Malice Bg3 Novels & Stories

The Vodells were never allies to the throne; they served only their own bottomless ambition. ​And now, as the gloom choked the life from the clearing, Aaron could not help but wonder in horror: Who is the real monster? Was it Soulus Vodell, whose reckless, petty malice had doomed them all, or was it Malakai, who stood ready to erase two hundred souls from the earth for daring to endanger his mate? ​With a dark, satisfied smile curving her bear-jaws, Cameron dragged the limp, sobbing archer across the riverbed, dropping his broken body like a sack of wet meat directly at the feet of her sovereign.

I try to run forward towards Malcome, but Ben's arm wraps around me, holding my back against his chest. "Let me go!" I shout at him, spit flying from my lips with my scream. Malcome straightens his back, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit with a smile on his face. His eyes lock with mine, and I struggle against Ben harder. "You killed him! You fucking monster!" The crack in my voice is evident, and I feel Ben's grip loosen for a small moment. It is enough to slide through his grasp. In an instant, I am in Malcome's face, hands wrapped in the collar of his shirt. The growl that rumbles out isn't mine, but I recognize it as Ben. He is telling Malcome not to fight back, and for some r

“The one from yesterday. I ask a question, you answer honestly — then it’s your turn.” His lips curved into a half smile that made my breath hitch, I immediately dragged my eyes away “You sure you want to play that with me?” something about the way he asked the question sounded off. But I didn't have time to question whatever subtleties he had intended. My heart stuttered. “Yes.” He nodded. “Alright. You start.” I took a breath. “What does malicious magic mean?” That seemed to catch him off guard. He looked ahead, his brow furrowing slightly as we walked beneath a canopy of flowering trees. “Malicious magic?” he repeated. “Why do you ask?”

"My father’s era is over. This is my rule now, Alpha Abee." His eyes locked onto mine, intense and unyielding, reflecting a mix of disbelief and disdain. "You, of all people, must realize you're deceiving yourself," he countered fiercely. "The werewolves are clearly seeking vengeance for the years of atrocities we’ve committed against them. And believe it or not, they have an insider. Someone among us has been exposing our vulnerabilities and delivering them directly to our enemies. So, stop lying to yourself, Malik, and impose the chaos you're known for."

I could no longer feel where the pain from the trapped soul stopped and where my pain started. “Keep him alive. He is the final piece to destroying the Lycan King’s legacy,” Stone’s treacherous voice echoed through the phone speakers. My blood boiled in rage. He had betrayed his brothers. Soiled the name of royal warriors just for a seat at the table of power. “You promised me his blood,” Malcolm growled, his face twisting in anger as he spoke. I bit back the chuckle that threatened to escape through my broken lips. The old trick had been used to entice him; the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Or was something more complicated going on at the borders? “This alters everything.” Elder Thomas stated bleakly. “If Malik has formed an alliance with the rogues —” “We cannot be certain yet.” I cut in, although doubt nipped at me. “We require more information to assume his motives.” Dread crawled in my belly even as I said it. Malik’s pack colors among the rogues yet again converging on our borders as Selene made her moves. And Lily, reborn and possessing the richest blood werewolves have ever known trapped in the center of it.

"You’ll have to go through me, Eclipse-spawn." "Gladly," Killian sneered. With a flick of his wrist, Killian sent a wave of blue fire toward Malachi. Malachi countered with a wall of midnight, but he was still weak from the sacrifice in the tomb. He was fighting for his life, while Killian was playing with his food. I watched as Malachi was driven back, his armor cracking, his breathing coming in ragged, painful stabs. He looked at me, just once—not for help, but to make sure I was still behind him.

I had to salute that selfish, disgusting family for turning out this way, all because of their greed. Lesley hated both Gary and Willow so much that she did all she could to find herself a sugar daddy. She managed to charm her way into his heart and got him to assassinate Gary and Willow. After being oppressed by them for so many years, Lesley was finally set free. However, Lesley only managed to rejoice for less than a week because her health report had come back with all sorts of red flags. She fell into despair and thought of spending all her hard-earned money to get treatment at the hospital.

Lucas went to Domus Malum and searched for his clients’ application. He knew his Father will come at the weak ones, just like what he did to Mrs. Hathaway, but he was also torn thinking that his Father might come at those evil-spirited and use them against him or to other people.

Rune streaked by, dropping the final man with an ice-handled blow that fractured the man’s defenses and dropped him in a heap through some underbrush. The tide turned in heartbeats. The roadside was strewn with bodies, groaning, shattered, but alive. Mercy in our dominance. Malik’s forces decimated, like leaves strewn by a wind. His eyes danced in terror, enlightenment amidst the beasts. “Fall back!” he declared, his voice cracking in defeat. The last three—hurt shadows—tumbled to his side and ran for the woods with frightened snarls, disappearing into the gathering darkness.