God Of Malice Audiobook Novels & Stories

The child who once was my dearest friend was now a man who indulged in excess, surrounding himself with mistresses and drowning in luxury, all without lifting a finger to earn it. But at that moment, I was too broken to push him away. Then, his lips brushed against my ear. His voice, once soft, curled with something vile. “I told you, didn’t I?” he whispered. “That soon it would all be mine?” My breath caught. My body went rigid. What did he just say? He leaned closer, his grip tightening. “A woman was never meant to rule. Be grateful I’m here to take over. I will be the Grand Duke. It’s time you finally understand that.”

’ Gideon asks, his wolf nudges a small shelf lined with books that all look handwritten, the pages are yellowing telling me it's old and when I pick up one of the copies I find the pages greasey like it's been handled too many times. ‘The Holy Bible: How God wants a pure world.’ I read for Gideon; it's hard to keep the disgust out of my voice, of course God has been dragged into this. Look at any point in human history and you will find religion as the reason why men hurt others. I holster my gun; knowing Gideon is standing guard allows me to flick through the Bible without care for my surroundings. The first page is all about how God created the world, nothing I haven’t read in an old Bible

"This is a heavy toxin. If he wasn't an Alpha, he’d be dead already." Ricardo turned to me. His eyes were no longer full of love. They were full of a terrifying, cold suspicion. The "Mirror of Malice" was back, and this time, the reflection was deadly. The doctor looked at the group, his eyes landing on me as the one who had served the plates. "Who prepared the food?"

“…Yes.” God. I hate that answer. Toby looks between both of us in confusion now. “Who’s Samantha again?” “The evil corporate witch,” Malachi answers immediately. “Oh,” Toby replies seriously. “That lady.” I blink at him. “That cleared absolutely nothing up.” “It cleared enough,” Malachi mutters. I lean my head back briefly against the chair because suddenly I feel unbelievably tired again. Not sleepy tired either. Just worn down. Like every conversation lately takes pieces out of me faster than I can put them back together.

"You said you were going to dump me and Piper into the river, so I'll give you that chance right now. Do you even have the guts to do that?" Gunthar was livid when he heard that. With a furious backhand, he knocked Jude unconscious on the spot. "The audacity!" he snapped. "What makes you think you can do whatever you want in Hyporion? Someone, cuff him up!" Guards rushed in and dragged Jude away like a slaughtered hog. Watching his limp body being hauled off brought me no joy, only a deep, sickening disgust. Gunthar then turned to the stunned Velda and laughed coldly. "Have you forgotten, Ms. Mercer? Sentinel Group would still be nothing but a hollow shell drowning in debt without Callan's h

All I care about is how to kill my bastard son. I lift up the book and say out loud the keyword to let her out. (mala venient super vos Filii im creatura nunc.) I repeat it three times and a minute after a fog comes out from the book and the lock opens itself and the fog scattered all over the room. And a loud laugh of the devil celebrating sound covers the secret room. And I celebrated as well inside.

a voice answered on the first ring. "Malcom Hale," I said. My voice was steady, but it was no longer human. It was the voice of the monster they had created. "And Matteo Deveraux." "Protocol?" "Burn them," I whispered, looking at the blood on my hands. "Burn it all. I want nothing left." --------------------------------------

He wanted to tell them about the reckless driver who had splashed dirty water all over him on the way here, but the words got stuck in his throat. “I… I… it wasn’t intentional. I—I…”The War God reduced to yes ma’am by a fierce loyal friend.“I… I… it wasn’t intentional. I….It was one reckless driver—” “It’s okay,” Elena cut in gently. “Just don’t come late next time.” “Yes, Miss Carter,” he replied with a faint smile. “You better not,” Nadia added, pointing a finger at him like a warning. “If you do, I’ll be the one to personally deal with you.”

Then I heard her again. Her voice cut through everything—the screams, the fighting, the sound of people dying. The louder the chaos became, the louder she became too, her words trembling with a desperate excitement that sent a chill down my spine. "Answer my call, true god..." Her eyes shone with a frightening devotion. "Accept this offering..." “O Malachar… god beyond name and flesh… hear the hatred carried through a hundred generations and awaken tonight.”

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.