Academic Rivals Novels & Stories

“All this over football?” “Yes, Lila. All this over football,” Maya said dramatically, tossing her hair back. “And don’t roll your eyes, Aria. This is Ravencrest’s thing. We’re hosting a bunch of the matches this year, and it’s going to be wild. Some of the biggest packs in the region, scratch that, outside the region too, are coming to compete. It’s not just about winning. It’s about showing our strength, our unity. It’s kind of like… political football, in a way.”

Rowan concluded. "Yes." "And destabilizing rivals." "Yes." Ava exhaled. The game was larger than they'd assumed, the stakes high,

“If he marries her, he’s definitely inheriting everything. I need a stronger political marriage, but there’s no one left.” Daniel hummed on the other end, clearly thinking. “What about Brandon?” I stopped pacing. “Brandon?” I repeated, like the name itself was poisonous. Brandon Kingsley was the last person I’d ever consider for anything, let alone marriage. The thought alone made my stomach twist. We were rivals. He was the guy who stole the fraternity president position from me. The guy who always outshined me, no matter how hard I worked. But worse than that— He was a man and it's well known that he was gay

"We go way back. I am allowed to look at someone I know." Kai was quiet for a moment. Then he said nothing else. But he did not move away either and I was very aware of exactly how much space was not between us. +++++++ The scrimmage was not supposed to get ugly. It always got ugly. Kai and Liam had history. Everyone knew it. Two years of tournament clashes and no love lost between them. Liam was a physical player. Kai was a psychological one. When those two things met on the ice the result was never clean.

Kraven had betrayed the heir of the Silver fang pack, Ashriels brother, leaving the tile of alpha to fall into Ashriels lap. Filled with rage, Ashriel had planned to kill Kraven and avenge his brother. But Kraven died from a terminal disease before that time could come. His father had apparently died of the terminal disease too, making Therion the next in line. But ashriel was still angry, still is, and he had not gotten his revenge. So, in favor of all who cared. A peace treaty was to be signed between the two packs to willingly hand over Therion to serve as his personal hostage, slave and prisoner

ELYRA Standing right in front of me was one of Nick's competitors that I had to meet a couple of times and from the occasions, we had decided it would be best we never meet ever again. He was egoistic and rude and I wondered what his connection to the Hill's would be so I straightened my expression. “Hello Mr Radriel.” I greeted, putting on a fake smile as I took my seat while Mr Hills beckoned to Radriel while his gaze remained fixated on me.

I had been a good enough fighter at the Dandelion Primes Pack, but the way he easily parried any blow I sent his way indicated just how much better the Black Raven Pack was at fighting. After a few minutes, I started to get tired and my swings became weaker and weaker. “You have no strength or stamina, and your fighting technique is sloppy and predictable,” he growled, “Is this really how they teach you to fight at the Dandelion Primes Pack?” I glared at him, my chest heaving, “I did not ask for you to come out here and insult my pack.” Suddenly, he took a step closer to me, completely catching me off guard. Anger and dominance pulsed off of his body in waves.

It was never easy to unite with a rival pack, especially when so much bad blood lay between us. An elderly warrior, his golden hair streaked with mud from a recent training session, raised his hand. "But Alpha, can we trust the other pack? They've been our enemies for generations. How can we be sure they won't betray us?" The Alpha nodded, acknowledging the concern. "I understand your fears, but we must look beyond the past if we are to secure our future. We have received assurances from their Alpha, and we have agreed upon a way to solidify our alliance."

And now he had become someone who did not matter. A bitter smile appeared on Kieran's face. He wanted to say something more. But when he opened his mouth, he found he could not get a single word out. "Enough! The marking ceremony isn't over yet!” "Alpha, even though the person the Moon Goddess chose wasn't Wendy, she's still carrying your pup.” "Skip the blood pact!" Roland frowned and interrupted Kieran's thoughts with a low voice. His tone was inevitably somewhat urgent. In his panic, he even knocked over the bowl of blood on the table, shattering it.