Academic Rivals Novels & Stories

After their reunion this was their first altercation and in a way a noteworthy day in their lives. Believing the words of sister Mary, Scarlet wanted to take every event of their life in a positive way. What is life without spice in it? Every couple has issues, sometimes happiness and sometimes anger and fights, she tried to reason out to herself, though her mood was equally low. Scarlet called Ace but his phone went on a voicemail. Having no choice, she called his office phone and his secretary lifted her. "Good evening, this is Rachel here, Pharma and cotton textile Industrialist Ace Taylor's line, how may I help you?" Her voice was as soft as velvet but without any emotions. In a way Scar

"We would like to give the project and like to collaborate with Alpha Daniel from the Scarlet Howl Pack." Everyone was silent. No one clapped. Instead, there was a roar of gossip echoing throughout the hall. "Alpha Daniel? But he is not here." "The years of rivalry—how can Alpha Daniel forget that? He must have done that intentionally." "Yeah, right. Why didn't they choose one of us?" "The Crimson Howl Pack is too arrogant to give the project to any small pack." "Alpha Daniel did come to let them know that the rivalry would continue even more scornfully."

He said underneath his breath. Within a few minutes everyone was back on the pitch, the Ravens were ahead of Greenmay with 15 points, the next few minutes was the only time they had to proof themselves. Everyone was at the edge of their sit as the game started once again, Allen threw a pass and Arson blocked it. Allen was mad, all his life he had to compete with Arson because of the rivalry between the two clans. If Arson went hunting and killed a bear, Allen had to kill more just to prove his worth.

"You can relax. This is not a disciplinary session." I kept my hands loose in my lap and my face open and did not relax at all. "The bond," he said. "Tell me how it happened." I gave him the version Ronan and I had built. The arbitration language. The involuntary formation narrative. The lunar disturbance. I had said it enough times that it came out smooth and natural and entirely convincing. He listened with the complete attention of someone who was not listening to the words. "Bloodcrest," he said when I finished. "Interesting pairing. Your packs have a history of rivalry at the council level."

The weight of three short words someone died settled heavily over the room, refusing to be displaced. I stared at Jace, trying to process the shift in him; the arrogant, untouchable team captain had completely vanished, replaced by someone visibly haunted by a memory he had tried for months to bury. When he finally revealed that the dead player was Ethan Cole, a member of our fiercest rivals at Westbrook University, the championship game from seven months prior suddenly morphed into something far more sinister. Back then, my world had ended with a one-point loss, the roar of the crowd, and Jace stealing the ball to seal our defeat. I had spent months nurturing a bitter grudge over a basketba

truth is I'm very nervous" what if I'm your mate Adam says playfully wiggling his eyebrows at me. we arrive at the training grounds with a minute to spare but every one else is already there, some are stretching others are standing in groups Sarah and I see our best friends Devon Bailey and Leah, and we decide to join them in limbering up. about five minutes after we start stretching and getting warmed up beta Harvey is ready to start. he starts by running us five laps in human form. then he has us spar in both human and wolf form I pin Sarah's brother Adam a few times, he is the future beta, him and Sarah being beta Harveys children. you can tell even tho Adam is trying to be cool about it

Below them, the city began to wake up to a dawn where the shadows weren't things to be hunted, and the machines weren't things to be feared. The rivalry of blood and tech had ended not with a victory for one side, but with a marriage of both. As the sun began to bleed over the horizon, painting the towers of 2026 in gold, the Architect and the Alpha stood together on the edge of the sky the first of a new kind, finally at peace.

“Signed this morning. Official statement went out thirty minutes ago. And they didn’t stop there. They announced they’ll be competing for the bid. High-profile. Cocky. They basically said they’re going to crush everyone else.” For a second, all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears. The Devilles. Brandon’s family. Of course. I leaned forward, gripping the edge of my desk. “Smarthome was second only to us.” “Exactly,” Irene said. “And now they’re backed by Deville money and resources. Which means…” “They’re gunning for us,” I finished bitterly. Irene nodded, lips pursed. “They want to win, Cameron. Badly.”

He staggered, spit red, but his answer wasn’t retreat. It was a hook. Sloppy, but real. It caught me across the cheek. I laughed, blood on my teeth. “There it is. Your first bite.” His grin was half-feral. “Then keep feeding me.” The night it happened, the pit was overflowing. Word had spread — Rival fights till death. Rival can’t be killed. Rival is the pit. The rails bent under the weight of bodies pressing close, cash flying, chants deafening.