Novels by Rudas Das

The transition from being an invisible nobody to the absolute epicenter of school gossip happened in less than twenty-four hours.When I walked through the double doors of Nevermore High the next morning, the typical low hum of morning chatter instantly died down to an eerie, suffocating silence. Necks snapped in my direction. Whispers erupted like a sudden wildfire, passing from locker to locker as students openly stared, pointed, and snickered.*“There she is.”**“The pathetic wolfless girl who wrote that letter.”**“Did you hear what the new boy did to Nicholas yesterday? He actually slammed him against a locker for her.”*I clamped my jaw shut, gripping the straps of my backpack until my knuckles turned white. My face burned with a toxic cocktail of lingering humiliation and sheer anxiety. I kept my eyes glued to the scuffed linoleum floor, desperately wishing the ground would crack open and swallow me whole. The memory of Lydia reading my private, raw confession to the entire hal

Lydia dragged her hand away from his.“Why do you care about her?” she spat and adjusted her jacket. “You must be new here. What’s your name?” she asked. Timothee stared but didn’t respond. No one ever dared ignore Lydia. All the boys would die to speak to her.“Are you deaf?” she asked. Still, he didn’t respond. She exhaled in frustration. “Well, whoever you are, don’t butt into my personal business,” she spat. “Let’s go, Nicholas.” She marched past him. Nathaniel tried to follow, but Timothee grabbed his arm. Before I knew what was happening, Nicholas’s back was slamming hard against a locker.I gaped in shock, and so did everybody else. No one dared hurt him when they knew who his father was. “Is that your girlfriend?” Timothee asked, pointing at Lydia.Nathaniel’s eyes were now filled with rage. “I guess so. Well, tell her to stay away from my… from the little wolf, or else I’ll break her limbs. Do you understand?”My stomach skipped a bit—the same way it used to when Natha

My legs were barely steady, my hand shaking violently against the wall. I parted my lips and they shook.Years ago, werewolves and demons had gone to war.It was a power imbalance. They claimed to be more powerful than us, so they deserved to rule over us. Werewolves had claws, supernatural strength, and a strong sense of smell, but that was it. Demons, on the other hand?They had a strong sense of smell, they were strong—even stronger. Their eyes glowed red in their true form. They could drain a werewolf’s strength just by touching them, making them powerless. The demon king and the alpha king at the time finally agreed to separate and form their own kingdoms. The demon king formed a bigger kingdom with powerful soldiers. He was known for ruling with an iron fist. But everyone knew one thing. Demons never came here, and werewolves never went there. Why was he here?His fingers gripped both sides of my arms tighter. “You are trembling... stop,” he choked out. “You… you are a de

Mercy’s POVI watched him slide across the ice like he owned it.His hockey stick was tightly clutched in his hand as he skillfully passed the puck to his teammates.The girls who sat before me screamed at the top of their lungs,“Nicholas! Nicholas!”Obviously they weren't screaming for the love of the game. None of these girls truly knew anything about hockey.They were just desperate to get his attention.Nathaniel Fangs.The hottest boy in school, he was the son of the vampire king and the captain of the boys' hockey team.The girls screamed louder again, this time their voices even louder. “Nicholas!!”Who could blame them?Who wouldn't fall for those brown eyes, golden blonde hair, tall figure, and muscles that looked like he was born at a gym?You could write an essay about his looks and eight pages wouldn't be enough, and no, this is not an exaggeration.He looked like a god.And yes, I wasn't an exception from the girls who had fallen for him. I had been in love with him sinc