God of Malice (Legacy of Gods #1) Read Online Rina Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, College, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Legacy of Gods Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
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One of them manages to escape, but instead of running, he turns around and mutters, “I surrender! I surrender! You can just tap me.”

“Why would I do that? You signed up for this, no? It’s your duty to make it more entertaining.” I drag the bat on the ground, letting him hear the crunching of wood against the tiny pebbles, then when I’m in front of him, I hit him across the middle. “Boring cunt.”

“Number eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen are eliminated,” the speaker announces.

I stare at the gray sky and tsk. “Come on, give me an actual challenge.”

Someone breezes past me and I throw the bat as if it’s an arrow, whacking them from behind.

Seriously? I internally sigh, still staring at the sky. I said a challenge, not a stray rabbit.

The one I hit doesn’t fall. I wait for the speaker to announce their number, but nothing comes.

I stare at them again, only to see they used one of the other unconscious bodies as a shield. The bat hit number fifteen and fell to the ground.

The participant doesn’t look back as they continue running, slowly disappearing into the trees.

I didn’t even get a good look at them.

Well, fuck me.

Here it is. A challenge.

I grab my bat from the ground and stare down in search of their footsteps.

They’re…light. Barely there.

Either it’s a woman or a very slim man.

And it’s definitely someone who knows how to fucking run.

I crouch on my haunches to study the pattern of their shoes. Nike running sneakers.

Well, well. Aren’t they too prepared for this?

Still, a slow grin stretches my lips as I stalk in the direction they’ve taken. Then I break into a run, adrenaline tightening my muscles. The promise of an actually delicious prey causes my blood level to flatline.

My breathing comes in long intervals, in sync with my regulated heartbeat.

People’s bodies and brains fly in chaotic patterns when they’re excited. Their nervous activity will peak and their heartbeats skyrocket.

Not me.

Excitement brings me a level of calm nothing else can accomplish.

The closest thing I have to…peace.

It’s the exact same feeling I had when I cut open those mice or when I went on my first hunt. Or when I started taking pictures to document those moments of utter rapture.

Or when I have Glyndon completely at my mercy and she doesn’t break eye contact.

It’s the sensation of not having to repress any part of my true nature, of allowing it to run loose like all-encompassing smoke.

Once you see it, it’s too late.

A scream comes from behind me and another from the side, mixing like a symphony of violence. The numbers of eliminations mesh up together until they overlap.

The devil works fast, but Heathens work faster.

I don’t focus on their endeavors. Instead, I continue my pursuit of the cunning thing who keeps running in zigzags in between trees.

The more I chase them, the stronger my blood pumps and my breathing regulates.

Just you wait until I catch you, I’ll have a field day with you.

A figure cuts in front of me and I come to an abrupt halt despite my high speed so that I don’t crash into them.

Participant number eighty-nine screeches to a halt, too. A man—judging from his figure. He remains rooted in place like a statue, but he’s shaking uncontrollably.

Nikolai appears from behind, his neon yellow mask a bit crooked, blood smeared over the stitched smiling lines and the X’s at his eyes. Even his hands are all red, indicating all the fun he’s had.

Eighty-nine stares behind him, and for a moment, he makes the mistake of taking a step in my direction, probably thinking I’m the lesser of two evils.

“Look, I caught a stray cat.” Nikolai tells me with a slight manic edge. He’s definitely in the high mode right now. “He just wouldn’t stop running, you know, and has a temper. Threw a whole fucking branch at my face and nearly knocked me out. Gotta love the motherfucking feisty ones. They’re so fun to break into pieces.”

Tell me about it.

I slide my gaze over eighty-nine, then to his shoes. Not Nike. He can’t be the one who escaped earlier.

And my job here is done.

I lift the bat to get him when he keeps approaching me, but Nikolai practically jumps him from behind, locks him in a chokehold, and drags him back into the darkness between the trees.

Eighty-nine tries to struggle by elbowing and biting into Nikolai’s arm. He’s a fighter, I’ll give him that, but he’s simply no match for my cousin’s deranged strength.

Nikolai effortlessly drags him and eighty-nine’s legs leave a long trail in the dirt and his screams are muffled by something Nikolai’s done.

Shaking my head, I continue on my way in pursuit of my own stray rabbit. I’m not two steps in when a swish breaks the silence. I duck as an arrow hits a tree, right above me.


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