Divine Rivals A Novel Novels & Stories

Adam admitted reluctantly, walking to the minibar and pouring himself a glass of whiskey. Ryan whistled low, shaking his head. “Complicated? That’s new. You’re usually the one keeping things simple. So, what’s the plan? Are you gonna pursue her or….?” “There’s no plan,” Adam cut him off, his voice firm. “She’s Mateo’s sister and Emilio’s granddaughter. We have a business rivalry that goes back decades.” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t seem to stop you from looking at her like she’s the only woman in the room.”

He ran his fingers along the spines of the oldest books, scanning for anything that might tell him about Daniel’s past. His pulse thundered in his ears. And then—he found it. A book with no title. Its leather cover blackened, scorched, as if it had barely survived a fire. Rigel opened it. And his breath stopped. There—written in ink so dark it looked like dried blood—was the story of Daniel’s past life. A prince. A warrior. A cursed being, feared and revered in equal measure. And a betrayal that had led to his fall. A name.

Finally, I broke the silence. “Is there anyone you suspect? Maybe a bittered bussiness rival? Sebastian answered quickly. “There is only one person desperate enough to pull something like this, and that person is undoubtedly Damien.” His answer caught me off guard. I frowned deeply before looking at him again. “Damien? how could that possibly be true. He can’t pull off something like this.” Sebastian’s expression never changed. “You underestimate how desperate that man has become. Desperate people rarely care about how much damage they create while chasing whatever they believe belongs to them. In this case, he’s chasing you. And he’s doing everything to get you back.”

"I look festive." "You look like someone who has already decided to do something catastrophically stupid and is doing their makeup to delay the conversation about it." I set down the eyeliner and turned to face him. Drake Valcoin, ancient vampire, only male Divine Warrior in recorded history, Council Elder, and the man who had literally pulled my soul back from the Neverplain, looked genuinely worried. Not the performative concern he used in Council chambers. The real kind, the kind that lived behind his eyes when he thought no one was paying close enough attention to catch it. I was always paying attention.

" Yeah, Pablo is right. You should go and check your special ability on her..." What the... I rolled my eyes and stood up to see Layla myself. I can hear my friends chuckling at me from behind, " Have fun, Alpha." Idiots. " You both are pigs.", I growled before stepping out of Pablo's room and heading upstairs where my mate is staying. As soon as I smelled her scent in the air... I can feel my wolf and dick both getting out if control. Shit. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm my hunger and then my wolf, repeating the same truth inside my head again and again. Mate or not, Layla is still an enemy. And that is exactly what I repeated to my wolf. " She must be a spy, Snow." Do not fucking fa

She met his eyes, genuinely curious. “From anything. From anyone.” They held each other’s gaze. After everything that had just happened between them, they were still talking about the old rivalry. “Am I that important to you?” she teased. “Important enough that you’d protect me from your own family?” He didn’t answer. After a long moment, she spoke again, quieter this time. “I was born into the animosity between the Wrights and my family. Both sides have always fought for power and dominance, and honestly… I still don’t understand it. Maybe that’s why I never cared about business.”

“No way. Nobody’s stronger than Ronan.” Ronan Vesper. Even his name was a weapon. I resisted the instinct to glance across the yard. His presence was unmistakable thick, cold, pressurized like a storm front. Alphas unconsciously straightened when he walked by. Instructors moderated their tone. Betas avoided eye contact. Heir to the Vesper Conglomerate. Top of every exam. Top of every board. Top of the food chain. My rival by force of rank. My threat by simple existence.

Author pov People are tragically, gloriously mistaken to think that humans are the highest form of life and the only beings that live on our planet. But they forget to acknowledge the fact that there are devils in the form of humans living with us. The first night Alessia Rivera met Dante Moretti, she should have known he was trouble. The kind of man who looked like sin dressed in a tailored suit. The kind of man mothers warned their daughters about. But she hadn’t listened. Maybe she couldn’t.

His face was a thundercloud, his eyes burning with rage. "Are you that desperate?" he roared, his voice dripping with scorn. "Willing to sell yourself to a rival Alpha just for a title?" Before I could answer, Damien took a step forward. A wave of raw power exploded from him—a crushing Alpha aura that slammed into Killian's warriors, making them stagger back and flinch. "She is anything but desperate," Damien's voice was a low growl that promised violence. "She is the new Lead Beta of the Ironfang Pack. And she is my equal."

"Wait for us. If I’m not there in ten minutes, find Maxwell Thorne. Tell him everything." I didn't wait for her to argue. I turned and ran toward the service stairs. The basement of St. Jude’s was a maze of pipes and shadows. The air was thick with the smell of rust. I kept my back to the wall, my heart hammering like a drum. Every time a pipe hissed, I jumped. Revenge. That was the only word keeping me moving. Victoria Hale had taken my scholarship. She had tried to kill my partner. She had murdered a kind old man. And now, she has touched my family.