Divine Rivals Audiobook Novels & Stories

The lord of hell snapped as he took a defensive stance, his mechanical white eyes weary. Hades mimicked the psychopathic lord’s stance, his tone once again rising as he forced a chuckle. “So you intend on making Elika obedient and keeping her as a silent little pet, while continuing with the war and forcing her to go along on raids?” “Well isn’t he just Sherlock fucking Holmes?” The demonic being chuckled within Darkous’ mind. “You are correct, brother.” The lord of hell nodded, choosing to ignore the demon’s snappy remark. The king of hell nodded, tilting his head as he spoke. “Then, dear brother. Would you mind me let’s say, showing her around my lab?”

The very first page made his breath hitch. "My Beloved Rival" The words, written in deep red ink, echoed in his mind. For strange reasons he couldn't explain, his heartbeat picked up. Curiosity pulled him in, and he was about to turn the next page When suddenly, the diary was snatched from his hands. "What are you doing?! Why did you take that?" Ryan's voice was sharp as he clutched the diary to his chest, his eyes blazing as he glared at Zane. "I...I just saw it and... I didn't mean"

Nevertheless, he said, "You don't know how to use the divine power, so you need to stay calm and don't let him agitate you. Once you lose your mind, it will backfire on you." When Rachelle heard that, she had a stone-cold expression on her face. She then pretended not to hear anything and continued to assault Prince Auten. Rachelle and Prince Auten fought fiercely in mid-air, making a lot of noise. While Prince Auten was defending against Rachelle's attacks, he took a moment to look at Darryl. "Without your divine power, you are just an imbecile, Darryl. How dare you show up in front of me? It will be your turn after I defeat this woman." His voice was filled with venom.

Ignoring the pain shooting through my jaw, I sneered, “You’re the shameless one, Juniper Green. Weren’t you hopelessly in love with Sean in our previous life? Didn’t you hate me for standing between the two of you? Weren’t you the one who personally signed off on the agreement to donate my bone marrow and sent me to my death? So now that I’ve willingly stepped aside and fulfilled your dream of being together, why do you care who I’m with?” Juniper’s eyes widened in shock, and her hand froze on my chin. “You… You’ve been reborn as well?” she asked. I shoved her hand away and straightened up, my gaze sweeping over both her and Sean. “What? Are you surprised? If the two of you can be reborn, wh

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.

Heart pounding like a bass drum, because yeah… he got under my skin more than I wanted to admit. The next day, the racing field was buzzing. Engines roared, tires screeched, and a sea of people murmured about our showdown. I couldn’t help but smirk. The news had spread like wildfire—Ethan versus Ryan. Rivals to the death or, you know, to the first corner. I adjusted my gloves, pretending calm while my stomach did gymnastics. Not Jessica making me nervous. Well… maybe a little. Fine. A lot. But mostly, it was Ryan standing there, hair tousled, smirk doing something untamed to me I was not ready to admit.

“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.

Not a prize to be displayed. I was priceless. Because a god cannot be bought. A god cannot be caged. And yet… here I was. Iron pressing against my back, steel biting into my wrists, tape choking the words out of my throat. I, a god, reduced to merchandise, stripped down to a body they could sell. And tonight, they would sell me anyway. The crowd roared louder, voices colliding like storms, but I no longer listened to their words. My ears caught only the sound of my own rage, steady, unrelenting. For every bid they shouted, my fury rose higher. For every number they spat, my wrath sharpened like a blade waiting to be drawn.

But his voice was quite stern and I could hear him clearly. “I’m standing right in front of the room of that girl, Sir. She is an orphan and a commoner”. “I’ve told you millions of times that I don’t need commoners. Yes, I did ask you to find red-eyed vampires and bring them on our side but I didn’t mean that you could bring commoners. I know that they are of divine blood too but they are too weak and if they are weak that means they are also weak in their relationship with the Goddess”, said the hooded guy

Her gaze leaves Fiona and lands on Theodore who was on the phone. "You brought a date ?" Audrey asks arching a brow. Fiona turns to see Theodore and glares at him and micmicks a grossed out expression. "What's with the look ?" Theodore archs a brow, he put his phone away signifying that he was done with his call. "This is Theodore my sister's bodyguard and Dimitri's rival, he's always bitter because Delilah chose Dimitri over his broke ass." Fiona mocks while Theodore grins nefariously. Theodore walks up closer to the both of them.