Malice Bg3 Novels & Stories

“I am a blood witch. The finest of my kind. A sworn enemy to wolves.” ‎ ‎Rage simmered in my chest—all these years… all the lies. ‎ ‎Elena stepped forward, her voice trembling with anger. “Why are you working with Malachi?” ‎ ‎The witch cackled. “Malachi? He is nothing more than a pawn. A tool in my elaborate plan.” ‎ ‎I raised my gun, aiming straight for her heart. “Then this ends now.” ‎ ‎Her eyes gleamed. “Careful, boy. If I die, your father dies with me.”

“If possible, I hope you lose, so that you will beg me, because you will have no money left, hmm? Where were you all this time?” Elsewhere, Marcel was planning his next move. He would not give up easily. Each defeat would be repaid with a new, more cunning strategy, and this battle had just entered its most dangerous stage. And one thing was certain: love, ambition, and revenge would collide, testing Morgan’s strength more than ever before. ‘Alice… I will not let myself collapse again. I will take my revenge, yes… but with intelligence, not with foolishness. I will make sure you are safe, and I will win your heart completely.’

My voice cracked at the end, the pain echoing from the depths of my soul. Good heavens! I was only beginning to comprehend the full gravity of the perilous circumstances in which I was ensnared. "You truly do not wish to know," a dry, impassioned voice, husky with emotion, responded. I slowly turned my head in the direction of the speaker, my mouth agape in astonishment. Malachi certainly embodied the archetype of a dark, brooding prince. His countenance displayed not a hint of remorse for the victims claimed by his curse. Monster. Controlled by a curse or not, they were undeniably murderers.

But the closer I reached where they were beginning to crowd the more I realized whose blood was spilled. Arwen howled in fear. 'Malakai!' Arwen howled to tell me what she picked up on. I could smell his scent. 'It's Fang too!' She told me. Their scarlet scents struck my nose as I only caught a view of Mal. Where's Fang? 'Who cares! It's Malakai!' Arwen said in excitement. Mal's small wolf form trotted up to us. He was limping and hiked his leg when he met us at nose length. I could smell the fresh blood that came from his wounds. He had opened them back up and I could taste the scent of wolfsbane coming off of him. Oh no! Mal! What happened to you? I raced to his side as I eyed over his inju

Malia shook her head dejected "Yes, but it isn't only because of that boy, errmm Dave, David or whatever you call him," "Then, because of what," Malia said feeling nervous and pale every single second "I told her your dad, Morgan killed her mum, Lily," He said smiling "What, my dad can't even kill a cockroach," Malia shook her head negatively "Yes, Morgan is a coward, he can't do it," He nodded admitting it, and paused," By the real truth that Ivy is mistaking is...,"

“Genevieve, I understand that you don’t think this is a good idea but this is the only plan we have got. Give us a new plan and I will call back our chiefs and we would be done here. So tell me, is there anything you have in mind, something else you think we can do to avoid this impending calamity?” “I do, we find that brat and kill her just like Melissa had said,” she replied. “Fine then, how about you leave now to the human realm and alert us when you find her,” Malachi raised an eyebrow. Genevieve frowned. “I don’t know where your loyalty lies anymore, Malachi, but you should never forget that those people killed our prince, always remember that.”

Williams and James found me annoying, and they never thanked me for anything. I was touched, so I hugged him. I was smiling for the first time in a while. It was then that I bumped into Williams and James in the hallway. I had just completed the surgical procedure for my miscarriage. So, Lucas was carefully helping me back to my ward. As we turned the corner, we ran into Williams and James who were supporting Leia. They were chatting and laughing away; this trio looked more like a family. I thought that I would feel incredibly hurt, but to my surprise, I only felt a faint ripple of emotion.

If I'm not human, then what am I? “—And I promise I'll explain everything in due time. But the moment you step out this door, you'll be attacked again. Not by one, but by several other Mystics. It's what those monsters are called.” Monsters. I need to leave. “I—” “I killed off one siren before Liam. And while fighting him, I sensed three other mystics approaching.” He glances at the wall clock. “In exactly forty-two minutes, I'll turn in for the night. Within that period, I'll take you wherever you need to go. And then I'll bring you back.”

"If you haven't noticed, Becca, this game is all about revenge. I joined the Mafia to avenge my brother. And like you, I would do anything to finish what I had started. I will look for any means possible to put an end to this, which is Dan." "It is not my fault your brother chose the wrong way to help your sweet mother, Jeremy. It is so wrong of you to go ahead and hunt my parents down like they are fucking deers just to earn freedom you very well know you won't get back unless that shitty excuse of an uncle is gone." "You want to kill, Dan, is that it? Do you know how dangerous that is?" "I have to cut the rope, the source to our problems not tie the fucking knot," I snapped, getting out of

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos