Divine Rivals A Novel Novels & Stories

Sebastian's POV I sat in the back of my Aston Martin, scrolling through my tablet for the daily hand exercise game I did when I was stressed out. It was the most peaceful thing right now. The numbers and patterns kept my mind occupied. Kept me from thinking about things I didn't want to think about. I didn't involve myself in matters involving rivals. Dominic had been my rival since college. After what caused the accident of the Rossis, it separated the business deals between our families. Generational rivals. That's all we were supposed to be.

Dante didn't even blink. He leaned back in his chair and looked around the empty room. "Are you going to put me in timeout?" Dante asked. "You think this is a joke," I said. My voice echoed slightly against the glass walls. "You think you just won a prize because a few executives nodded at you." "I think I just saved your European shipping division." "You just embarrassed the VP of Strategy in front of the people who approve our funding," I corrected him. "That isn't a victory. It is just another form of corporate suicide."

Certain. Adrian studies him carefully. “You think competence protects you?” he asks softly. Lucien’s brows lift slightly. “From what?” “From me.” The air thickens. Lucien doesn’t step back. He doesn’t look intimidated. “If you wanted someone incompetent,” Lucien says quietly, “you hired the wrong man.” Adrian’s hand flexes at his side. He should feel threatened. Instead, something darker coils in his chest. Attraction sharpened by rivalry. “Careful,” Adrian murmurs.

“Why are you following me?” It was clear he had something to do with the men in black, especially how they seemed to stop, as though waiting for us. I noticed the men exchanged quick glances but said nothing. That was when the unfamiliar man spoke, straightening slightly. “I am Riven,” he said calmly. “Gamma of this pack.” Gamma. My stomach dropped. That meant… Vaelor’s third-in-command. This only meant one thing, that these men weren’t strangers… they were his men.

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

But deep in my chest, beneath the burning hatred, a tiny seed of unease had taken root. Why did his touch feel both repulsive and… familiar? Why did those emerald eyes make something ancient stir inside my sealed powers? I shoved the thought away violently. This was only the beginning. I would escape this place. I would regain my divinity. And when I did, Caelum Nikolaus would be the first to fall. As they pulled me down the corridor, I caught a snippet of nervous whispering between two maids watching from a doorway. “…east wing again. The master said no one is allowed near that room…” My eyes narrowed as I ignored those fools.

From the corner of the courtyard, moving slowly but deliberately, Divine stepped forward. The woman Damien had once called his mate. But now I understood. She wasn’t just someone from his past. She was something else entirely. She was dangerous. A chill ran through me as I realized everything. All the pieces fit together in my mind. She was not simply his former mate. She was an evil sorceress. An evil woman. And the war, the chaos, everything that had happened, it all came from her. I watched as Divine took Neveah’s hand and led her down a narrow path. The path twisted and turned, leading to a tunnel I didn’t recognize. Neveah looked up at her, her small face confused.

He slowly ran his two fingers inside me again without warning or even asking, his fingers curling immediately to find my sweet spot. I arched off the bed with a cry, my walls clamping down hard still from the sensitive pleasure. "Look at her," Divine said, his voice shaking slightly. He was standing at the foot of the bed now, watching Michael work me over. He crooked his finger, stroking my spot that made my vision go black, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body.

I explained quickly, gesturing at the tablet screen where the new male lead stared back at us. “For the story arc, the rival character needed—” His mouth crashed down on mine before I could finish. There was nothing soft about it. No hello kiss, no relief after a week apart. Just raw, bruising possession. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back as his tongue invaded, stealing every breath I tried to take. I moaned into it, the sound muffled and desperate. God, I’d needed this. The adrenaline. The violence of him.

"Today is a monumental day in our history. I am stepping down from my position, and I am officially passing the Alpha title to my son, Derek. Before I hand over the absolute power of this pack, Derek must complete the mating ceremony to find his destined Luna to rule by his side." The crowd cheered loudly, clapping their hands and stomping their feet in excitement. Stepping forward, Derek raised his hands to quiet the cheering pack members. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose, clearly searching the air to find the specific scent of his destined mate. Standing perfectly still near the back, arms crossed over my chest, I waited for the inevitable moment. Derek opened his