Divine Rivals Epub Novels & Stories

The particular kind of rivalry that forms between two people who are too evenly matched to ever fully resolve anything. I watched them read each other across the ring. Ronan was still in the way that meant he was already three moves ahead. Cassian rolled his neck once and settled his weight and his expression went to the same focused quiet I had seen from him in the old training ground the evening he told me something that had been living in him for two years.

"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.

He fucked me raw against the altar with deep and punishing strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans break into sobs of pleasure. “In nomine Patris,” he grunted, rutting into me harder. “et Filii… et Spiritus Sancti.” Each prayer was punctuated by a savage thrust. “This is divine pleasure, Sophia. Feel how perfectly your little pussy was meant to take my shaft.” He reached around and rubbed my clit in fast and circular motion. My legs shook as I came hard within minutes, screaming his title as I clenched around him greedily, milking his thick shaft. But he didn’t stop.

Obviously, his realm was stable. Jason had too much expectations of him, the former number one in the heavenly leaderboard. The Divine List could only be said to be a joke made up by the Excalibur Family, but heavenly leaderboard was a very valuable list. The top three were all in Deity Realm, except for the bald ass, who were also the most outstanding people in the world. At this moment, Charles was fighting with Dorian. One was holding Gaia and the other Durendal. After countless years, it was the first collision of two famous swords.

“I am to choose a suitable lady from the pack who will marry the Alpha’s only son. This marriage alliance will strengthen the unity and practically make us one” Shit. They had to choose? Who would be chosen and how could we accept such sacrifice? An elder, her eyes wise and her face lined with the weight of countless moons, stepped forward. "Alpha, we trust your judgment, but we must know who will be chosen for this alliance. This is no small sacrifice." The Alpha looked out at the crowd, his eyes settling on me for a few seconds and my heartbeat raced. “As I do not have a daughter, we must choose someone who is suitable for a future Alpha. Someone who can rule side by side to strengthen two

EMBER I had exactly one hour before we were supposed to leave. Naturally, I spent it in the archive. I was looking for wolves. More specifically, impossible wolves that appeared inside women who had supposedly been human their entire lives. Unfortunately, the archive had very little to say about that. I dragged another book from the shelf and dropped it onto the table. "Divine Beasts and Their Mortal Vessels," I read aloud. That sounded promising. I opened it. Twenty pages later, I had learned that moon stags preferred virgins, divine ravens occasionally ate the eyes of liars, and some ancient woman had apparently given birth to a serpent after insulting a river goddess.

His voice was clear, confident. “Sister. I warned you. But warnings are wasted on the righteous.” The screens shifted. Now they showed chaos. Fire. Riots. Military clashes. “You want to protect a world that would crucify you if it knew what you are. You want to save a man who tried to control you. You want to love someone who doesn’t understand you.” ARES stepped closer to the camera. “The protocol is activated. The phrase exists. And now it’s in the hands of a buyer. A private investor. A billionaire with an interest in gods like us.”

Please don't blame me. He raised his right hand and focused all his internal energy on it after the last word. Then he smacked it hard on top of Rachelle's head. 'I'm doomed…' Rachelle bit her lip, and her eyes were filled with desperation. It was not a quick attack, and Rachelle easily avoided it. However, both her palms were pressed against Prince Auten. They were using their divine power to fight each other. If she retracted her palms, her body would experience backlash from its divine power, and she would still die. On the other hand, if she did not avoid it, the disciple would smash and shatter her Crown Point.

Probably in discomfort from the demeaning position. He must have noticed that he was being watched and knelt straighter allowing his arms to fall back to the side He was obviously in discomfort. Soon Ashriel thought. he’d release him in ten minutes. The young alpha returned back three hours later. Yes, a tad bit longer than he had intended to but he had to get his thoughts in order first like he was going to do about his prisoner The Blackclaw alpha had two sons, Kraven and Therion. Both sturdy males who had obviously inherited their father's muscular nature. Kraven had betrayed the heir of the Silver fang pack, Ashriels brother, leaving the tile of alpha to fall into Ashriels lap.

Done with this childish rivalry, my wolf growled the truth I didn’t want to face. Rivalries don’t fade when you’re forced into the same territory. They ignite. I knew for a fact that this was going to be a wild ride.