Malice Bg3 Novels & Stories

"I'm not afraid. I gave my word I wouldn't harm any of your people, but I never promised that my followers won't attack you if I'm killed. So you see, Baal, one way or another, tonight you will die." Malcolm swallowed hard. He'd already figured as much. The prayers of one priest and three friends were not enough. God had abandoned him long ago. "Are you ready?" Stephan drew his sword. Malcolm drew his own sword. A gift from Van nilsen, it was razor sharp, the steel blade plated with pure silver. The hilt was steel and leather and fit perfectly in his hand. He swished the blade through the air and saluted Stephan. He allowed himself one last thought of Aya, then focused his mind on one thing

“The end of your rebellion. A creation of my will, forged from the strongest of us.” The rogue wolf staggered to his feet, blood running from a gash on his forehead. “He’s lying. That’s no wolf. It’s an abomination.” Malachi's expression darkened. “You would know, wouldn’t you? You were always so quick to betray the things you didn’t understand.” Annabel’s claws flexed. “Enough games. Either face me yourself or send your monster back to whatever nightmare birthed it.” Malachi barked a harsh laugh. “As you wish.” He gestured lazily toward the beast. “Destroy her.”

Chapter 34: The Battle of Malachi With the looming threat of Malachi, the alpha werewolf, still unresolved, Emilia and Ryder knew that they couldn't put their mission to gather allies on hold any longer. They needed to confront Malachi head-on and put an end to his reign of terror once and for all. Gathering their weapons and summoning their courage, Emilia and Ryder ventured deep into the heart of the forest, where Malachi was said to dwell. The air was thick with tension as they approached his lair, every step bringing them closer to their formidable adversary.

As for the third member I was overseeing, I haven’t decided because Tobias didn’t seem like an easy target. After this test was over, the following test would be to their teamwork. I was looking forward to that test because I have been working on the setup for days in my free time. Silas and Jayden helped as well. Between the three of us, we put a bit of a revenge plot into the mix. The target was Ethan mainly, cause we all believed he would be too stupid to understand the purpose of the test. Even if he does figure it out, we still want to make him bleed a little. A wicked smile spread across my lips as I focused my attention on Ethan.

Yet, she saw him as something dark and sinister. Regret washed over him as he reflected on his inability to find her sooner. For some unfathomable reason, he had struggled to track her scent, causing a delay that weighed heavily on his conscience, tormenting him with every passing moment. With undaunted determination, Malakai had set foot on Bloodmoon territory with one single purpose: the pack that sheltered rogues—the very beings responsible for the tragic loss of his innocent mother—would face his wrath. Hatred fueled his every step, driving him forward until justice was served.

I don’t blame her for wanting some sense of normalcy and to break this millennia old cycle of loneliness. But I also had a hunch that she was trying to find her way to get me involved in the war, and I had no interest in that at all, and she knows it- I have told her this many times loudly and clearly. Despite that, somehow, I found myself lurking at the battle of Macabantrah. Father said that we shall make our way to the Council meeting as he wants to show Mortereys' unity in front of them, especially now when Marcellus is nowhere to be found. And I am the one who is not fond of rule-breaking – I guess this comes with my role as the celestial who is responsible for the management of the cur

His enemy. The corner of his lips curled up slightly, a sharp glint flashed in his clear blue eyes. I was filled with darkness and cruelty. 'What that bastard took from me..' 'I will take it back..' 'Whether the crown, the kingdom and Audelia..' 'Everything.. Shall belong to me..' This was the beginning of chaos in Audelia's life.. For the black heart prince whom she thought she wouldn't meet again in this life, had come to chase after her even in this life.

FATE. The development of events beyond a person's control, regarded as determined by a supernatural power; an inevitable and often tragic end. Having survived the frightening split, Anna refused to abandon Dylan. She was determined to understand the origin of his trauma—the deep childhood wounds that amplified the betrayal. As Dylan slowly emerged from his depressive state, he revealed the core of his BPD, the result of parental emotional abandonment and manipulation, leading Anna to realize that the monster was merely a frightened boy shaped by a cruel, predetermined fate.

Bacchus answered. “Why?” I asked again. “WHY?! YOU’RE ASKING WHY?! HE KILLED OUR BROTHERS! HE DESERVES TO DIE!” Pegasus shouted again. Bacchus just look at him and he shut up. I sighed. “Black Dragon just fought back. It was one versus many.” I quietly said. “It wasn’t his fault that your members are no match to him.” “Exactly. That’s why Boss is angry. He killed them all without being shot even once.” Bacchus bitterly answered.

“The Picts didn’t kill your men, great General, of that I am sure. More likely it was the work of the beasts.” August spoke up. “We found strange tracks amid the bodies of men, tracks that no man could have left. The druid spoke of such beasts.” The heads of Quintus and Malitus turned to glance at August. “See?” Fagan smiled in pure and open defiance, “You know already what you face but refuse to accept its reality.” Malitus had grown weary of the interrogation as it was proving most frustrating and yielding little fruit. “This man’s presence sickens me,” he commented with a fake yawn. “Have him taken away and flogged for his disrespect.”