Touch Of Malice Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

"Or did you push until she had no choice but to draw it?" He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that sent ice through Tyson's veins. "Touch her again... and I won't just break your jaw. I will ruin you. I will strip away everything you have. Your career. Your name. Your job. And if you ever so much as breathe in her direction again..." Malakai's lips curved into a slow, chilling smile that didn't reach his dual-coloured eyes. "I will make sure you never breathe again." Tyson's breathing turned ragged. The cold promise in Malakai's eyes was unmistakable, utterly merciless.

As she attacked, Destiny used her weight to pin her father to the ground. Her assault was quick and furious... and lethal, very lethal. It was over practically as soon as it started. The long, deadly teeth were inches from his throat, capable of tearing through sensitive tissue. Destiny snarled and braced herself for the kill. Grace groaned a little and then gasped when she realised what was going on, interrupting Destiny. Grace groaned, her voice distorted by the bruises around her throat. "No baby," she said. "It's not worth it."

“Tell us about the second dagger.” She smiled, tired and bitter. “It is real. Hidden in the ruins south of the stone circle. But it needs cursed blood willingly spilled to wake. One of you has to bleed for it on purpose. Then it can cut the bond clean. No more pull. No more risk of burning each other alive when the power peaks.” I felt the faint tug she described, a distant ache in the bond that hadn’t been there yesterday. Milrac felt it too. He crushed the doubt before it could spread and sent me a steady pulse in return.

He asked innocently as his eyes dwell upon her heaving breasts for he felt distracted by them by the traumatizing way they jiggled with each heavily sigh leaving her sinful mouth. "You're ours, butterfly. The moment we laid our eyes on you, the every inch of yours becomes ours. Your every breath, your every emotion, be it love or hate. Everything belongs to us." Veles wiped the bloodied blade on his sleeves and before Hazel could process his blade was plunged deeper into Malachi's shoulder. His strangled scream danced in cold night as her eyes widened with a shaky breath. Her tranquil shock turned into cruel reality when Malachi's mutilated body hit the cold floor before his strained eyes gr

Not only did Creed dodge the first beast's strike, but he also hit the second Malaka's head with a blunt side of his saber. The strike was neither fast nor as clean as his first one because he didn't have enough momentum, but the blunt force still blew the second Malaka's brains out from the back of the head before he could lay a hand on her. His saber got painted from a thick red pulp of gore. The notification popped once again inside his head. [ ~Cursed-Malaka Killed~ ] [ Gained Saturation Points +8] [ Gained Soul Crystal +4] [ Gained Fire-based Affinity ]

The tides began to turn, hope to flicker like a flame reborn. Yet, as victory seemed within reach, sinister laughter echoed through the chaos. Malachi emerged from the shadows, his eyes blazing with newfound determination. "You may have tapped into the power of your bond, but do not underestimate the depths of my darkness," he sneered. With a wave of his hand, Malachi summoned a vortex of black energy, threatening to engulf the fated mates. Their light wavered, their resolve tested to its limits. In the face of this onslaught, they realized that to emerge triumphant, they would need to delve even deeper into the wellspring of their love.

One second he was ten feet away, the next he was in front of Darren, hand wrapped around his throat. “You touched what’s mine,” he said, voice quiet enough to feel like blasphemy. “That’s your last mistake.” Darren gasped, struggling. “You’re—” “Not human?” Malrik’s grip tightened. “Neither are you anymore.” He twisted. The sound was sharp, final. Darren’s body hit the ground with a thud. Malrik turned back to me, face unreadable. “Let’s go.” I nodded, but I couldn’t stop staring at the blood dripping from his fingers — dark, unnatural, glowing faintly under the light.

The inspiration for Love Destiny came from various factors such as her interest in the military and medical world, and love-hate relationship. In her free time, she loves to enter another world so-called ‘fantasy world’, wanting to escape from reality. By entering this world, she feels like she has full control throughout the journey. Until one day, she decided to write her ‘fantasy’ in words instead of keeping it in mind. She enjoys herself while writing and she will continue doing it with passion.

A second later, she smirked, and her eyes growled. "Leave my way," Destiny said in a warning tone, releasing her Alpha aura. "I won't," Molly said in determination. "Today, we will let you know how it feels when someone breaks our hands and legs multiple times. Your family members love to do that, isn't it?" Destiny's heartbeat quickened, and she grabbed Molly's hand, which she raised to hit her. Instead of hitting her, she pushed her away. That was when she sensed her mate. "Attack this bitch." Molly said, and everyone jumped on Liara one after another. She fell to the ground and saw the door of the elevator getting opened, and whenever it was going to close, it used to open again as if som

Before he disappeared the Sword Keeper sent his apprentice Dejon Dordez, now D2, along with his necklace in a pod to the planet in the distance to find the next sword Keeper. D2 is a witch, who was found by the Sword Keeper Areon, battered and bruised. He took her under his wing, made her his apprentice and taught her everything he knew and with her being a witch that was an added bonus. D2 landed at a beach in a place called Ohio and found that the necklace reacted to the girl calling herself Sekora Taru. Now D2 must help the Sword Keeper find the magic items and stop Kariya’s evil plan for world domination.