Divine Rivals Book 3 Novels & Stories

“I wanted to show you that I can ruin your pathetic life with just a snap of my fingers.” “You arrogant bastard!” I growl, fisting my hands. He doesn't recoil. Instead, he blooms under the weight of my curse. “Call me whatever you want, Rio, but let's get one thing clear: as long as that witch is your lover and you my rival, I'll keep bullshitting you until I get my money. Mark my words, brother, these are the beginning of your days in hell.” He turns away after that, leaving me to stare bizarrely where he was once standing.

The moment they got close, their emotions came with them. Jealousy. Possession. Fury. Need. Gods, it hit me like smoke in my throat. Nyra looked up from the table, still stirring her tea like she wasn’t about to witness the supernatural equivalent of a pissing match. “Uh-oh,” she said. “Dickheads incoming.” I spun toward the clearing just as they stepped into view. Azric came first, silent and sharp, violet eyes practically glowing in the shade. He was in black again—elegant, tailored, his hair tousled like he hadn’t slept. Behind him came Sevrin, shirtless, furious, silver-blue eyes blazing like a storm.

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.

That, those businesses, was what built the kingdom to what it is now. Rhett had become Travis’ Gamma, a respected advisor, and enforcer. Travis was still looking for his Delta after Josiah was named his Beta. I smirked at the thought of Travis having a Bear shifter as a Beta. When I first met him he hated me because of my race, I thought he hated all bears but it was only because I was mated to my little wolf and he had firsthand experience of what she went through at the hands of rogue were-bears.

She wasn't very strong when Uncle Dominic found her and it took a while for her true strength to show itself, which definitely came to the front as she made the rounds with Uncle Dominic recruiting others and making many more alliances within our world. By bringing everyone together, she showed that she was the one that the prophecy had described. I scan the battlefield again and notice Scarlett fighting with a male I have not seen before. I watch as he moves and I have never seen anyone more gracefully in my life. My attention is, however, pulled away from him as I catch a glimpse of a young vampire and werewolf team being outnumbered by a group of rogue werewolves, vampires, and some human

he spat, storming off before Dante could see the crack in his armor. That night, alone in his room, Aiden scrolled through the headlines until his vision blurred. “Blackthorn and Veyron: From Rivals to Partners?” “Chemistry Caught on Camera: Are the Heirs More Than Allies?” “United Front or Secret Affair?” His reflection stared back from the black screen—scarred, bruised, uncertain. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t erase the heat of Dante’s arm around him, or the gleam in those golden eyes that had looked far too much like they belonged there.

He’ll ruin her name just to carve his into her. He had burned cities to feel her tremble. He’ll bleed the man who thought he had her... just to remind him that no vow, no ring, no title can keep what the devil has already claimed. He does not care for consequence. He thrives in destruction. He feeds on chaos like wine—slow, rich, addictive. Damon didn’t realize it yet, but the moment he accepted the challenge, he had already lost something. Maybe his pride. Maybe his fiancée.

“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.

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"

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.