Novel & Cerita Malice Bg3

"Ethan has declared war. If the Council strikes directly, we prove him right. We unite the packs against us. We need... deniability." He looked at Ryan. A slow, cruel smile spread across his withered face. "We need a villain. Someone with a personal vendetta. Someone desperate." Ryan shook his head, backing away. "No. No, I’m done. Look at me! I’m sick! I’m dying! I can’t fight Ethan! He’s a monster!" "You are dying because you are weak," Malachi said dismissively. "The dark magic rejects you." The Elder reached into his robe. He pulled out not a vial, but a stone. It was jagged, black, and pulsed with a sickly red light.

Caius helped her up, his grip firm. Thoren turned to Morgana. "How did they find us so quickly?" Morgana’s expression was grim. "Lucien. The crystal wasn’t just a message—it was a beacon. Malakar now knows exactly where we are." Then—the forest erupted. Dark shapes surged from the forest’s edge, their eyes gleaming with unnatural hunger. Malakar’s wolves. They were no longer the majestic, noble beasts that had once roamed the lands of Valenwood. These creatures were twisted, corrupted by his dark influence, their bodies contorted and grotesque. Some were barely recognizable as wolves, their fur matted and their claws elongated, sharp as daggers.

“We could go there, and I could try to start a fire.” Malik shivered violently, his massive shoulders trembling. “Tired,” is all he whispered. My heart clenches at how vulnerable he looks. This was Alpha Malice, the most terrifying man in the territory, and he could barely keep his eyes open. “I'll help you, Miko.”

My claws cannot afford to miss out on any tiny chance to heal Malek's broken spirit, no matter how slim that hope might be under the moon. Keaton probes further, leaning his shoulder closer to mine. “Didn’t your hands have Kairo Vale dig deep into her background records?” “Yeah, but my scouts came up completely empty in the archives.” “Figures,” Keaton snorts, shaking his head. “If she is a deep Bradford plant, the old lords would have covered her tracks perfectly on her council ID scrolls. But Malek is the absolute last of the direct Blackmoor bloodline, and knowing how much old Gideon values pure lineage, even if he is not fond of your seat, he wouldn't dare harm the young pup. He sent a b

The two massive Lycans clashed in the center of the ice cave, their claws tearing through flesh and leather, their savage growls shaking the very foundations of the mountain. The fight was a blur of violence and dark magic. Dominic fought with the frantic, suicidal frenzy of a man who had already lost everything that mattered. But Malakai was stronger, his body fully rested and fueled by a dark, cold malice that Dominic couldn’t match. Malakai sidestepped a lethal swipe from Dominic’s claws, ducking low. With a sickening, fluid movement, Malakai drove his right dagger deep into Dominic’s side, twisting the blade. The metal wasn’t just silver; it was coated in a dark, smoking purple liquid th

Luci did not show fear, he laughed at the maiden's threat. "HA HA HA HA! Is this it? Is this my destiny? After everything I've went through, after everything I sacrificed, is this the end? Is this the karma for all the people that I've murdered? Is this the end of my journey you ******* Gods! Even if I die here, even if need to exchange my soul to the devil, I will still avenge my people . I will kill Merlin and the rest of the Kingdom!"

The rest of the seven or eight Elders standing behind him were as stunned as he was, despite the oblivious looks on the faces of the lesser acolytes, and there was only one reason why. Corpse Puppets were abominable monsters fueled by Malicious Grudge. To kill one would require the utter destruction of its soul, like how one would slay a mage of the Nascent Soul Realm. But Xiao Chen was able to kill the Puppets with hardly any trouble and this could only mean one thing: Xiao Chen must have more than ten times more Malicious Grudge than these Corpse Puppets put together! But how could a living person possess a Malicious Grudge of such intensity and fury!?

"I am Liam, Beta of the Blackfoot Pack. I have news of your mate." Gunnar shifted and eyed the man angrily. "It's a trick, brother. We can't believe anything he says." Finn was soon next to them as well. "I agree. He may have been sent by Killian to lead us into a trap." "Possibly," Brodi agreed, "but let's hear it." He crossed his arms over his wide chest. He knew the posture looked intimidating but he felt like he was doing it simply to hold himself together. Liv had been in excruciating pain. He had to find her as quickly as possible. "What do you know?"

They openly exchanged glances even as Ash locked his attention on one, as well as both. In the next split second, Gabe and Archie nodded in unison as if they had agreed on something. "Those purebloods..." Archie swallowed his saliva slowly, then continued his sentence, "He came after me, then chased me all the way to the Black Forest. And there, I met Malia who was crying alone. She stopped letting go of me when all the members of the Argent Family came. ." Archie explained at length. "That man's name... Damien Skarsgard, right?" Gabe asked Ash.

One could see how unsettled they were except Gerald who still maintained his calm. "You should listen to your daughter more closely,Malcolm." Gerald uttered. "The Tribrid is one step ahead of us now. Your Pack is being raided and any moment from now Nicodemus will come flying into this room." Malcolm fears further heightened. His daughter was the only thing crossing his mind at the moment. "We'll have to be calm and very logical if not...we'll have our heads rolling on the floor." Once Gerald finished his words. The door smashed open into pieces revealing the fierce face of Gamma Reece and the monster himself.