Malice Bg3 Novels & Stories

My gaze swept across the assembly, searching for the traitor hidden among them. ⚡️⚡️⚡️ The Third Trial — Spirit I found myself standing upon a narrow bridge suspended over an endless abyss. At its far end shimmered a throne of silver light. But blocking my path stood Malachi. His crimson eyes gleamed with mockery. “You will fall, just as your sister did,” he sneered. Rage burned within me. “You are not real,” I said coldly. “Perhaps not,” he replied. “But your fear is.”

She continues, “Secondly, we have Gideon. A man who doesn’t know how to keep his manhood in his pants. He lacks discipline, and doesn’t know what he wants. A disgusting cheat, and a liar. He is nothing but a dog.” “Yeah! That’s a fact.” Malicia was saying things as they should be. With her three fingers holding out, “Speaking of the third man in your life, Alpha Arthur. He is a crazy, obsessed, arrogant bastard. So possesses, and thinks he owns you. I don’t like him at all, even though I’ve never set my eyes on him. His men had the audacity to push me down, and I almost broke my waist. What should I even call him?”

He mumbled with a smirked, "Stupid fucker thought only he could get under other people's blind spots..." Soon, another notification popped into his head. [~Cursed-Malaka Killed~] [Gained Saturation Points +11] [Gained Soul Crystal +5] [Gained Fire-based Affinity ] [Gained Soul-Armas (weapon-class): Cursed Arrow ]

Blood spilled down his robe as he gasped, his knees buckling beneath him. And then came the pleading. "R-Regina," he stammered, his arrogance now completely shattered. "Y-You’re mad because of what I did. I was wrong, I see it now! And I’ll forget this happened. I-I’ll forgive you! I’ll blame someone else for this.” It was understandable that he said it. Only an imbecile like him would trust such words. I needed to patiently explain what was happening to this fool. "Charles, I am going to take that throne. And I will kill everyone who was behind the Grand Duke’s murder….starting with your family.”

The rest we buried. The men follow Malik because he is vicious and brilliant. They follow me because of the fear. We’ve built a new empire out of the scraps of old loyalties. Every name that falls adds to ours. Every surrender spreads the myth further. Crimson Rogue. The woman who makes monsters kneel. Malik stands over them all, tall and bare-chested, tattoos crawling down his arms,one for every life he’s taken. He doesn’t count anymore; there’s no space left.

I leaned against the window frame, already bored. He paused. “And guess who.” My patience snapped. “What does it matter who it is?” I snapped. “I don’t care—” “Luis,” he cut in. I frowned. “Renz.” The name hit harder than it should have. I straightened slowly. Blinked. Then laughed. “Very funny.” “The dead man,” Malachi went on, his voice bitter now. “Alive. Running the shadows. Taking territory. Playing the game better than most.” My grip tightened around the phone.

he nodded toward the weathered tome with its cracked leather spine—“and start flipping through. Pick whichever makes you feel more productive.” I gritted my teeth but knew I wasn’t winning this one. I snatched the book from the table in his and William’s motel room and cracked it open. It was filled with lore—spirits, sigils, theology. I had no idea where to begin, so I just started at the top. From his bed, William looked up from where he was doodling on motel stationery. “That symbol’s driving me nuts,” he grumbled. “This whole job is. I thought the lore said Malcolm only targets women?”

“If anything happens to you—” She turned her head, eyes blazing silver-gold. “Then you raise them. And you tell them their mother stood her ground.” Before he could reply, a scream tore through the air. --- Malric Arrives From the ridge beyond the field, a shape emerged like a phantom—cloaked in shadows, mounted atop a skeletal beast with burning green eyes. Malric. Once a royal sorcerer, now a traitor steeped in forbidden arts. His body was no longer fully human. Spells swirled around him like corrupted spirits. The grass withered beneath his mount’s hooves.

He turned to walk away. The system, which had been quiet, suddenly gasped. "Kiddo, stop him! "Tonight is when he might start to become bad. His mom just died, yet his dad is bringing home his girlfriend and her kid. He'll try to make him give up his right to the family's assets and kick him out to pick through trash for a living. "He'll have to quit school, and that other kid will pick on him. When they mess with his mom's ashes, he'll be so mad, he'll only want revenge."