Oliver Fight Bg3 Novels & Stories

“Don’t bother. I already took care of it. He won’t be able to save this time.” At my signal, the trees rustled behind her. Three cloaked figures stepped out—silent, swift, and already forming a perimeter. Mercenaries. Rogues loyal to me bought with coin and blood. Olivia turned, baring her teeth now. Her wolf surged forward, but even she knew the odds weren’t in her favour. Four against one, and she hadn’t even shifted yet. Still, she faced me like a queen preparing for war. “You can’t run forever, Evelyn,” she hissed.

Oliver growled before jumping on Bash once more. Ollie grabbed Bash and flipped him onto his back. He straddled him and brought the stake high above his head before driving it down towards Sebastian’s heart with all his might. Bash stopped Ollie from sinking the stake into his chest and used what was left of his strength to push back against Oliver’s hands. They struggled against one another with Bash swiftly losing steam. Oliver rejoiced in his mind. He could taste victory. But he forgot about one thing—Gaia. While Ollie focused on Bash, Gaia had freed her hands and feet. She stumbled towards the hunting knife Oliver dropped and used what little strength she had in her aching, bleeding legs

I bellowed. Truth be told, I couldn’t care less about any of these pieces of shit. I would rather see them hang than reward them, but it’s what gets them to fight, what they want to believe in and fight for. Let them think they are fighting for a cause; I don’t care what they think as long as they fight beside me. “Oliver” I beckoned, my voice harsh. I take in his hazel, brown eyes that hold a murderous glint. His thirst for royal blood is evident in his posture.

Alessia said fixing her eyes on the wine glass halved with blood on her palm. “We fight!” “We fight for both our kingdoms. We fight for our lands and no matter what, we fight for each other.” I said with a tone of finality. “Whoever Lord Cassius is, he needs to be stopped.” “Let's remind him that here, evil has no place.” I added raising high in the air, my glass of blood. ove, Ulric.

Olive begged, as she walked to him. Nope... She's dying today and that's final. Bruce said, his voice filled with hatred, anger, betrayal and left no space for argument. Then kill me too. You wanna kill her. Right? Then just kill me too..kill me. Olive half yelled, as she walked in front of Mia. Get. Out. Of. The. Way. Bruce said, as his eyes darkened No. I won't. She said calmly. Stop being Stubborn, Olive. He gritted his teeth.

But the Red Mountain… Even as a pup, the name had been a nightmare whispered in the dark. The Red Mountain lay in the territory of Alpha Viktor, the Lycan with the heart of a dragon. He was older than most alphas, crueler than any tale could capture. Warriors and criminals alike had been sent to his domain as tribute or punishment. None had returned. Not even their bones. The stories of how they died were too gruesome to repeat. Still, I didn’t flinch. Because Liam had promised. He knew the truth.

I told him all about what I did with the De Marcus family, it was not only a little mistake, I knew it was huge and Olivia helped me with it. “You-“ “Yes, now that aside, I want to speak to Victor, force him to help him, he has all of the weapons that I could need and this war it can come at any time, I want to be ready for it.” “He won’t help. He will be elated that you are in trouble, he should not know about this, he is a snake, he is not going to be of any help.”

“I will. Let’s see each other after this.” Ashriel nodded and they went on their way. After arming herself, Olive took a few deep breaths, calming her racing heart, before looking at Oriana. “You prepared?” Oriana nodded reluctantly. “Yeah. Just… Just nervous. It’s my first time fighting in a real war.” Olive patted her back. “And it will be the last time.” She smiled and with their cue, the plan started. Oriana nodded and turned back but stopped upon meeting Donovan. She became alert.

David deserves to be hit back, for sure, but something’s not right here. “Do it. I didn’t raise you to be pathetic,” he hisses. His eyes lock on Oliver, who’s struggling with his wolf for control. He’s trying to calm Ace down. Before Oliver can do anything, I knock David out with a solid punch. His body slumps against mine as he falls unconscious. He’s still alive, but only just. I take a step back, resting his body against the wall. He can stay like that for all I care. I look around at the ruined room. All the furniture is completely destroyed.

I have to put my big boy pants on and fight for her. A few days later at Oliver’s job “Congratulations on the car.” Oliver says smiling at me through the driver’s window. I bring the car to a stop in the building’s large garage. Oliver is wearing his work overalls and he still looks good. Who looks good in dirty, oily clothes? I hate that my heart insists on doing this inane flip every time I see him. I shouldn’t be feeling this way about him. Trevor is the one I should be looking at with this much interest. The Oliver ship has sailed.