Malice Bg3 Novels & Stories

Malachi chuckled, "Do you believe you can beat me? Not even close, you are weak, just as your mother is. It's a shame I had to kill her because she was with your father, who is worthless.” William was enraged when he heard that, his wolf, Dominic, surfacing with emerging fangs and talons. “You bastard, you killed my mother, you the reason that I grew up without a mother? You caused my father immense suffering for years," William yelled. With a continuous smirk, Malachi appeared to have no worries. Witnessing William's agony brought him satisfaction, serving to diminish his rival. “Do you believe I have any regard for you and your father? I don't care; as a gift, I'll explain how I could kill

Veronica's POV: As Malia lay crumpled on the floor, her once formidable presence reduced to a broken figure, a solemn silence fell over the throne room. The weight of her actions hung heavy in the air, and the kingdom braced itself for the consequences that awaited her. My father, Tyler, the lycan king, stood tall and resolute, his voice ringing out with authority. "Malia," he declared, his tone laced with disappointment, "you have betrayed the trust of this kingdom and tarnished the honor of our bloodline. Your actions have brought pain and darkness upon this kingdom. For your crimes against the crown and its people, henceforth, you are stripped of your royal title and sentenced to the dung

Even after half an hour, he couldn't fall asleep so he retrieved the Forbidden Book Of Ancient Spells of The World and started turning pages, digging about the spell. The Ancient Concealment and Deception Spell of Divine Beasts was an old magic practice which could only be performed by the most eligible warlocks of the world. To be able to perform one, the warlock or witch performing it must come from a special lineage called the Mixed Bloods, a hybrid race of shifters who came from many different origins. Malachi frowned at the explanation of the race but continued turning pages until the sun came out the next day. Only then did he drop the book, an hour later after the first light of day.

, I mind linked him, somehow feeling sorry for Ted. “And to think they believe that I am the kinder of us both”, he mind linked back. “He is a bit daft but a good scout nonetheless”, he conceded, taking his eyes off Ted. “Luke is right”, I said. “It smells like a trap”. “If my opinion counts, I would say he wants us to get rid of Blackmoon girl”, Luke said with a shrug as he leaned back again. Rage let out a growl suddenly. “Stop calling her that”, I mind linked him.

Blood seeps through my fingers, and I know I've been hit. "Nora!" Marybelle cries, dodging an attack and running towards me. "I'm okay," I grit out, though the pain is terrible. I try to stand, and my legs buckle beneath me. But I'm not done yet. I take a deep breath and send a blast of white magic towards the remaining hunters. They're thrown back, and the forest is silent. The Silver Hunters are dead or gone, and we're still alive. I look at my companions, and we all share a moment of relief.

Now it made sense why he had just attacked me. “I don’t have your brother,” Malachi replied. “Did you kill him?” He asked. “No, I didn’t kill your brother,” Malachi answered honestly. He hadn’t killed him, I had. “Stop lying to me! Or you will die like the boy and girl!” Ramos said, his anger taking over again. “They didn’t die. You should have done more research. James is a Beta, it means he heals quicker and is stronger than your average pack member,” Malachi said calmly.

"I don't want you to start hiccupping and then make a fool of yourself." "Oh how sweet of you!" she said with sarcasm filled in her voice. "Ma'am you can start now." she gulped a large breath and then nodded. "My family was killed by the de Mario mafia because my father being a detective had proof against them and when I got to know that Sean was involved I wanted revenge. Sean had held me as captive in my house to find the proof that my father had. In order for revenge..."

The rogue’s lips curled into a sly grin as he stepped deeper into the shadows, positioning himself directly in Bruce’s path. “Rough night?” Malrik asked, his tone mockingly sympathetic. Bruce stopped abruptly, his bloodshot eyes narrowing at the figure emerging from the darkness. “Who the hell are you?” he barked, though his voice betrayed a flicker of fear. “A friend,” Malrik said smoothly, spreading his hands in a gesture of peace. “Or, at least, someone who can help you... get even.” Bruce snorted, wincing as the motion sent a sharp pain through his ribs. “Get even? Did you see what that thing did to me? What am I supposed to do, hit it with a stick?”

Chapter: 33 ******** Dirk closed his eyes, realizing the man's name— the one who had violated him in the bathroom and now held his secrets. His mind raced, contemplating his next move. One thing was certain: Malta must not be allowed to live. However, Dirk couldn't kill him himself. Confronting Malta again would be dangerous and foolish. So, he needed to entrust someone else with the task. But who could he rely on with these secrets? Bogo seemed capable, but he already knew too much, and Dirk hesitated to expose him to further danger, at least for now.

When facing a battle, the most important thing for a Wolf is to believe in his leader. After a while came what the Nolan group feared, their enemy. The opponent has three people, a wolf with yellow fur and a wolf with red fur walking ahead. The wolf with black fur walked behind the other two, his blue eyes making the viewer feel fear. This group of assassins was very different from the usual ones who used to hide and sneak attacks on the Ezra people. But these guys came to be strangely arrogant and cavalier. Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends.