Divine Rivals Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Signed this morning. Official statement went out thirty minutes ago. And they didn’t stop there. They announced they’ll be competing for the bid. High-profile. Cocky. They basically said they’re going to crush everyone else.” For a second, all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears. The Devilles. Brandon’s family. Of course. I leaned forward, gripping the edge of my desk. “Smarthome was second only to us.” “Exactly,” Irene said. “And now they’re backed by Deville money and resources. Which means…” “They’re gunning for us,” I finished bitterly. Irene nodded, lips pursed. “They want to win, Cameron. Badly.”

"You're the one who couldn't see what was right in front of you. You pushed Vera into my arms with your own hands. Did you expect me to send her back to you?” "Kieran, I'm a vampire, not an angel. I'm not that kind." "You opportunistic hypocrite!" Kieran lunged at Soren. But Soren remained standing in place. Countless bats suddenly flew in from outside and circled around him. Seeing this, Kieran slowed down. Every muscle in his body tensed, ready to face a sudden attack at any moment. Then he heard a familiar voice. "I just woke up and you were gone. Turns out you ran off here."

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"You're stealing it. The Founder’s Ring." Maxwell took a step toward me. He didn't look like the perfect student anymore. He looked like a predator. "Stealing is such a harsh word. Let’s call it... reclaiming." "I'm calling the Headmaster," I said, backing away. "They’ll take your title. They’ll kick you out. You think you’re untouchable because of your name? Not tonight." I turned to run, but Maxwell was faster. He lunged forward, his hand slamming against the door to block my exit. He was so close I could smell his expensive cologne, sandalwood and something dark.

*** At midnight, while I was on the bed playing games, my phone rang. It was Riven. It was the first time he had ever called me. I answered quickly, sitting up in bed. “Hey,” I said softly. There was a short pause before he spoke. “I’m sorry about what happened earlier,” Riven said, voice quiet. “Dex… he hates your team because of the rivalry and all that shit. He’s always been like that. I guess he doesn’t want any of the Bulls around you all.” I leaned back against the headboard. “Yeah, I get that. So, did he ask you why you were with me in the first place?”

I pumped faster, breath ragged, knowing he could hear everything. His eyes widened when he finally realized what I was doing, the wet strokes, my low growls. “Gross... you're disgusting.” “I know you want it too. Want me to pin you down, fill you up until you're knotted and leaking my cum.” “Go to hell.” He hung up. I smirked, still riding the edge. He was fighting it, but that denial? It only made me want to claim him more. A few minutes later, I stepped outside for some air, trying to cool the rut fever. Then a loud motorcycle engine revved, circling me like a predator before screeching to a stop right in front. “Hello, brother!”

"They've been looking at it as a wolf den." I emerged into the dim light of the ash-wastes and walked straight up to Elias. I handed the Sovereign the ledger. "The Empire is dead, Elias," I said softly. "But the humans in the eastern territories watched you get the sky back. They watched three hundred Vanguard wolves break the sound barrier. They watched me catch a bullet made of the ocean." Elias looked at the merchant seals in the ledger, his jaw tightening as the betrayal sank in. "They are terrified of us," Elias rumbled, the sheer psychic weight of a betrayed king bleeding into the air.

“Good. I do not want my wife anywhere near that man.” I nodded, even though part of me bristled at the word wife, at the ownership threaded through his tone. Sebastian Cross was a name spoken often in our home, usually followed by irritation or contempt. Chris’s rival. The man whose company challenged his at every turn. According to gossip, Sebastian was brilliant, ruthless, and dangerously charming. And single. Everyone knew that too. One night stands. No attachments. No complications. The kind of man wives were warned about, half joking and half serious.

He heard Axel’s growls, Nora’s whispers, and his own heartbeat in perfect harmony, synchronizing the pack’s movements as if they were one organism. The rival leader lunged at him, massive and confident, teeth aimed for his shoulder. Auren pivoted, sidestepping with supernatural grace, and delivered a calculated strike to the wolf's ribs, sending him stumbling back. "This ends today," Auren growled, his voice carrying the weight that silenced even the wind. "You challenge not just me, but the legacy of Axel and Nora. And you will fail."

“As expected of the Lord of a realm… He’s really powerful. He must be at the Divine Rank and above.” James could roughly guess the Lord’s strength. However, he could not figure out what stage of the Divine Rank he was in. Standing in mid-air, the Lord’s voice boomed. “To ensure the fairness of this tournament, I’ve invited Myrddin Silas the Divine God to be the jury of this tournament.” Hearing this, everyone was stunned. “What? Myrddin Silas the Divine God?” “That Divine Rank alchemist who’s renowned all over the world?” “Wow! I never thought I’d be able to see Myrddin Silas the Divine God. I guess this trip wasn’t in vain. If I can receive his guidance, I’ll definitely benefit enormously.”