Touch Of Malice Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

“You think I don’t understand what the bond does? I’ve seen what happens when wolves try to fight it. It consumes them, Eve. It breaks them apart.” “Then im not trying to protect myself! Let it break me!” I roared. “I don’t care what date thinks I deserve, I don’t want Dorian. I want you!” His walls slowly began to crack as he looked at me. “Eve,” he whispered. “You don’t mean that.” “I mean it with every part of me, Malik.” He looked away. “You think that’s enough to fight destiny?” “I don’t care about destiny anymore.” I said, stepping even closer

My pussy was already dripping from the kiss. “You taste so fucking good. Pure addiction.” His tongue licked my folds and I squirmed, lifting my hand to clutch his hair. “Whose mouth is on you?” He asked, his hot breath fanning my pussy. “You.” “Say my name?” He demanded. “Malcolm, Malcolm Ashwood.” I gasped in pleasure as he drove two fingers into me. “No other man is allowed to touch you. If they do. I'll kill them.” He stated, his two fingers moving in and out of me.

The deflection gave Dante the second he needed. The Alpha collided with Malachi in an explosion of fury. The fight was short, violent, and definitive. Dante pinned him against the monument in the square, and under the Blood Moon’s light, the Night Hunter met his end in the teeth and claws of the wolf he had tried so hard to exterminate. With Malachi’s fall, the remaining mercenaries fled into the forest, where the other pack members waited for them. Silence returned to Blackwater, but it was a heavy silence, broken only by the crackling of flames and the labored breathing of the survivors.

Torock gagged and turned away at the sight of his former friend’s ruined form. The black smoke slithered into the open portal and darted off like a bat out of hell. “That liar!” ReNew growled, fists clenched. “Relax,” Destiny said coolly. “We never expected him to keep his word. But look.” She pointed. “He’s leaving a trail.” Argun smirked. “Perfect. He’ll lead us straight to the Demon Lords—and maybe even Charlene.” Destiny turned to Torock and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You’ve come a long way. Stay here. I’m proud of you.”

the tattooed man sneered, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "You will be the last one I kill. Your demise will be slow and agonizing," Damian retorted, his fury unabated. "Enough with the empty threats. You are in no position to make demands. Don't you understand? Standing where you are now is the gravest mistake you have ever made or will ever make in your wretched existence," Malia taunted, a malevolent glint in her eyes. Damian fixated his gaze on her.

Adian POV I twisted and turned on my bed unable to sleep. It's not like I didn't try... but whenever I would close my eyes her crying face appeard making me guilty every time. I know i should have controlled myself and didn't act so rashly. But what's done is done.. it can't be undone anymore. I signed again thinking about Jes words.... How can I call this love when it has been only few days since I met her... I don't know if she is my soulmate or not or this feelings can be given a name but I know for sure that I'll make her mine..... "Amara.... You're mine and only mine" I mumbled myself and dozed off to sleep.

"Are you going to drag me to the block now? Are you going to finish the purge?" Malakor leaned down, his face inches from hers, his gray eyes locking onto her dark gaze with an intense, possessive dominance that made her breath hitch. "Execution?" Malakor whispered, a cruel, dark smile touching the corner of his lips. "No, my fiery little ghost. Death is far too merciful for what you attempted tonight." He reached out, his bare thumb wiping a tear from her cheek, his touch hot and possessive against her cold skin.

I shouted at him with tears flowing down my eyes. " Oh shut up you orphan bitch, don’t fucking ever raise your voice at me and after this lesson, if you want more, I have many other men like him," he said laughing at me . . . What happens when an orphan girl with the purest soul meets a man who from start played her, used her, and threw her ?? What happens when she finds the truth about the man whom she loved with all her heart? Most importantly what will happen when destiny throws her into a maze that ends only at one place misery

I heard her retreat, heels biting into the floor, each step echoing with resentment, and Jasper shortly followed after her. This was a mistake she made today. She showed me her true intentions; she was not good at masking her greedy nature, as well as Jasper yet. A moment later, they both disappeared down the corridor. And then, at last, I approached the Grand Duke’s casket for the final goodbye. The hall had grown quiet. The Grand Duke lay still, wrapped in velvet and honor, the weight of his legacy pressing against my chest. I knelt beside him, fingers brushing the edge of the coffin. My voice, low and certain, whispered into the still air:

Dorian said to Jarvis and Jarvis quickly bows and says "Milady I am truly sorry for talking so arrogant to you yesterday. please do forgive my ridiculous behavior." Dorian hugs Jarvis and says to her "you have nothing to be sorry for. I wasn't being thoughtful. your sister just died I should have shown some sympathy. "I forgive you milady," Jarvis says with a weak smile. "I'm sorry to interrupt but what do we do with the body," Adrian asked. "I was thinking we go to a river to burn her so she can be clean from all the bad things of the world and reunite with The mother, the Goddess Celena.