Divine Rivals Cover Novels & Stories

"Can we see it as the beginning of the end of the rivalry?" Violet heard the questions and turned to look at Daniel. She noticed him looking at her. He no longer had that smug look on his face. Perhaps he began to reveal his true colors. "End of the rivalry? Can a collaboration bring an end to years of rivalry?" he questioned the reporters back. They glanced at each other, thinking that they had offended Alpha Daniel. But his next sentence shocked everyone. "If the Luna of this pack wants an alliance, I won't mind, though."

"Colton Corbin has withdrawn his challenge. What remains is between Trevor Rendon and Clayton Carmichael." No time to digest the unexpected withdrawal of Colton. There was no time to contemplate what it meant. It was here, and it was now. "Commence," intoned the council member. Trevor and I locked eyes. That momentary eye contact carried years of rivalry, years of unspoken animosities and resentments. We shifted almost in unison. My body transformed, muscles stretching, bones restructuring, a brilliant white fur emerging from my skin. My eyes were the last to change, morphing into a striking gold that darkened to brown at the edges. The transformation was an exquisite agony, a reminder of th

Author's POV "You will need it... " Dominick slid the glass of scotch towards him. Vlad stood beside him and grabbed the drink. "Thank you for taking care of her... " Vlad said while looking at the glass. "I didn't hear you... " Dominick smirked. "Asshole! " Vlad mumbled and Dom chuckled. "We don't drag women in rivalry... We are not Russians... " Dom mocked. "I have never hurt your women... Don't blame me for other's doings... "

"There is no error in the system." "That is impossible," Dante argued, pressing his hands against the counter. "My family specifically paid for private boarding. I am not sharing a suite with him." "The Blackridge administration finalized the assignments three months ago," the man replied, adjusting his glasses. "The Vanguard Initiative requires top-tier candidates to undergo rigorous stress-testing. The board intentionally paired legacy rivals together in shared suites to evaluate conflict resolution and psychological endurance." A freezing silence washed over the lobby desk. "Intentionally paired?" I repeated in a strained voice as the reality of the situation finally sank in.

Whispers spread across the hall, some marveling at his brilliance, others speculating about his unmatched streak. "That's Adam Kavanaugh for you," someone murmured from one of the tables. "It’s no surprise," another replied. "He's dominated the field for years. Three consecutive awards,he's practically unstoppable." The comparisons began almost immediately. The ongoing rivalry between Adam and Mateo Montero wasn’t new. For years, the two had clashed on the business front, their companies vying for the same deals and recognition. While Mateo was respected for his resilience and innovation, Adam always managed to outmaneuver him. Whether it was his sharp instincts, impeccable strategy, or shee

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.

That was all the permission I needed. I crashed my mouth down on hers, hard and demanding, backing her against the suite door. The hallway was quiet, the chaos from the main deck a distant hum. She tasted like whiskey and salt from her tears, and beneath that, something sweet and addictive. My hand gripped her waist, sliding down to her hip as I pressed my body into hers. What the hell are you doing, Aaron? I thought to myself. I had come to this yacht tonight for one reason only—to watch my rivals make a spectacle of themselves. Laurent Holdings was getting too bold, and the Stones family was the perfect weak link I planned to exploit.

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.

Cameron reacted instantly, stepping forward to intercept him, and for a second it was like watching two mirrors collide. Same movements. Same precision. Same speed. They clashed. Not wildly. Not chaotically. But perfectly. Every move matched. Every strike anticipated. It was like they were reading each other’s minds. Wilson stared in horror. “I do not like this,” he said. “This looks like a boss fight.” Irene grabbed his arm. “Move,” she said, pulling him back as the fight pushed closer to us. I couldn’t take my eyes off Cameron. Because he was different now.

I scowled at him, and he lifted his hands in surrender. “We didn’t have sex, we just-“ He cut me off again. “Did everything else.” My face flushed red with embarrassment. He was still on the floor laughing. “Did he smell like leather?” “Tristan!” He stood up and dusted himself off. “Alright, alright. Thank you for sharing, your secret is safe we me.” We smiled at each other, relaxed in each other’s company. “I’m going to call you Joey.” “Joey? As in Joseph?”