Divine Rivals Sequel Novels & Stories

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.

He was always the smart and responsible King between the two of us; he would naturally know what to do. I cleared my dry throat. "So... what now?" Darian clenched his jaw tightly, his fingers tapping against his thigh as he thought it through. "You can evoke the Successors Challenge." I blinked, caught off guard. "What?" "The Successors Challenge," Darian repeated, his voice firm. "It is an ancient royal practice. When there are multiple contenders for a throne in the case of a deceased previous King, his recognized blood heirs can fight each other for the crown, bypassing any council votes or questionable wills."

"Mrs. Callahan, it's so good to finally meet you." "Please, call me Maggie. And it's wonderful to meet you too. Theodore talks about you all the time." That was a lie but Dana beamed like it was true. Douglas appeared next and they did the introductions with handshakes as Dana was already charming everyone like she always did. Then Elijah walked out and I felt my entire body tense. "Dana, this is Elijah," I said, keeping my tone and face neutral. "My mom's fiancé's son." Dana's eyes lit up with recognition. "The rival! Oh my god, Theodore's told me so much about you guys playing against each other. It must be so weird living together."

A girl beside me nudged me, whispering, "I saw Marina on the way here, bolting toward the back hills. She ignored everyone. Is she ditching this?" Her words hit me like a stone. It looked like my dear sister, Marina Hughes, was back from our past life, too. She was racing to the hills, likely to chase her dream of becoming a queen. Before I could respond, thunder rumbled outside, dark clouds swallowing the sky. The world dimmed, and red-robed figures descended. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized them from my past life. These were dragon clan envoys, here to offer wedding gifts.

Control. Then he lunged. Fast, faster than my expectation. I blocked, twisted, and drove an elbow toward his ribs. He ducked under, sweeping a leg at mine. I countered, claws pushing at the edges of my fingertips; not a full shift, just enough for power. The air hummed with energy. “Not bad,” I muttered, pushing him back. He grinned. “Nice trick but you’ll need more than compliments to win.” We clashed again, blows and counters echoing through the arena. Each strike carried more heat than it should have: anger, rivalry, something I couldn’t name. The faint glow in his eyes told me his wolf was close to the surface, too.

“When you met Dan, nothing had happened between us yet. Absolutely nothing. We had just met, and we were just enjoying each other’s company. He could have ended things right there if he wanted to. If he found out that we’re sisters that day, then why didn’t he stop coming after me? You are lying. Dan is not your villager boyfriend. You just wanted him to be because you saw that he is dark-skinned. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you. You are stuck in some fantasy world where you won’t let that stupid plane crash and that village go.” “Alice listen, I’m telling you the truth. Ask Francis, and Nathan too! They saw Yoké. They know that he is Dan. And Omar too, he’s from the village too

She chuckled in his arms. "Never! Even if you kill me, we will still somehow reconnect in the afterlife." Mila squeezed her good arm around him and deepened the embrace. He was her rival, she was his desire, he was her peace.

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.”

“Are you saying I don’t have a shot with him?” “I’m saying you don’t want a shot with him. Sure, he looks friendly, he looks like a great guy, he’s funny, he’s super popular.” I pressed my lips together and she leaned forward a little, waiting for me to go on. “... But he also comes with about eight HBO seasons worth of drama. Trust me, you’re better off without getting involved with him.” A goofy grin appeared on her face as I got up from the stool, grabbed my phone from the dressing table and headed towards the bed. “But I love Game of Thrones,” she said and I let out a laugh while sitting next to her.

Adam admitted reluctantly, walking to the minibar and pouring himself a glass of whiskey. Ryan whistled low, shaking his head. “Complicated? That’s new. You’re usually the one keeping things simple. So, what’s the plan? Are you gonna pursue her or….?” “There’s no plan,” Adam cut him off, his voice firm. “She’s Mateo’s sister and Emilio’s granddaughter. We have a business rivalry that goes back decades.” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t seem to stop you from looking at her like she’s the only woman in the room.”