Deadly Alliances Novels & Stories

"My desire for vengeance has not dimmed, but The Black Faes pose a greater risk than old feuds. My pack will join this alliance-not for you, but to see our common foe vanquished." "Then let us forge this pact with the steel of our resolve," I said, feeling the weight of centuries-old enmity dissipate in the face of impending doom. "Together, we will show The Black Faes that their darkness cannot extinguish our combined light." The stone's glow faded, leaving only the echo of forming alliances-a beacon of hope amid encroaching darkness. With the pieces set, I moved to the grand hall where my allies gathered, their faces a mosaic of determination and fear. Atop the dais, I stood before them, l

“Tell Nolan we are in. All of us. But when this ends—Delgado is mine.” Ashley nodded slowly. “He will be yours to bury.” The fire behind them crackled, throwing sparks into the air. An alliance formed right there in the street—raw, unexpected, powerful.

"And because you came back for me when you didn't have to. That's not weakness, Null. That's the beginning of something dangerous." Elara lay back on the cot. Something dangerous. She liked the sound of that. --- The next morning, Kaelen called a war council. Elara wasn't invited. She heard about it from Sera, who brought her breakfast and a fresh roll of bandages. "Twelve Alphas," Sera said, wrapping Elara's ribs. "Allies of the Dominion. Kaelen is asking them for troops." Are they giving them? "Some. Not all. The eastern packs are afraid of Derrick. He's been making alliances of his own." Sera's jaw tightened. "It's going to be a bloodbath."

Question one: The purpose of an alliance, the rules…Go, he said as he flipped the timer. I looked at the paper and thought about the painting at the front of the classroom. The mural portrayed the queen of forgotten souls, a legendary ruler in Underworld history whose story was well known at the academy. She was famous for forming powerful alliances with other clans, yet in the end, her closest allies betrayed her, and she was overthrown. It was a reminder to all of us that alliances were not permanent and that trust could be deadly. Times up. Astrid, what did you write? He took the paper from her. Alliances are permanent.

“And if they don’t?” His eyes stayed on the doors. “Then we keep digging.” Behind them, voices rose again inside the retreat. Not shouting. Not yet. But sharp. The summit had only begun. And already the old alliances were cracking. Maybe that was the only way to build something stronger. Maybe everything rotten had to split open first. Lotty leaned closer to Decker, feeling both tiny heartbeats in her memory even if she could not yet feel them beneath her hand. Two futures. A pack behind them. A dangerous room ahead. And somewhere among the allies, a hidden enemy listening. Waiting. But not invisible anymore.

The dark magic signature is unmistakable, the same pattern burnt into the ground under two others nearby. Six progressive Alphas dead total now. Bodies still warm. "They played us," Marcus says. Through the bond, Donovan's fury presses against mine, and mine presses back. Tomorrow, Elder Vera gets the documents. Tonight, we bury more allies. The war has already begun.

On the day of our wedding, my fiance's best friend, Penny Lynd, showed me a video, smiling as she said, "Hey, Lydia. I've already educated Aron for you. He's now a real stud, so enjoy!" I felt my breath leaving my lungs as they made love in the video, while Aron Quaker laughed, clapping her shoulder. "Where did you get that AI video? I only took your clothes off that one time." While he was laughing without a care, I felt like I'd just fallen into an abyss. Seeing me lose my cool, Penny laughed out loud too. "There! I knew it would upset Lydia! She's so dumb that she can't even tell that it's an AI video—and a bet's a bet! Starting today, we will be married for three days." It was only t

"So why did they die out? If they were so powerful, how were they wiped out?" ​Alaric’s expression darkened. He walked around the table, stopping beside me. He smelled of rain and old sorrow. ​"Betrayal," he said simply. "They were too strong. The Alphas of the four great regions—North, South, East, and West—feared them. They formed an alliance. They invited the White Royal Family to a peace summit." ​I felt a chill run down my spine. "The Red Wedding."

Who knew? He scoffed, "It seems you have taken many of our former allies. Is there a reason for this?" I chuckled, "When you have alliances that are strong, other species take notice and want to be a part of it." He snarled, "I will never submit to you." I shrugged my shoulders, "I never asked you to. Alliances are not you handing power to me. Alliances are agreements to work as a team. No one is better than the other. Everyone is equal." He sneered, "You killed my father and all of my brothers. I will not ally with the killer of my family." I growled, "I will not ally with anyone from a family who keeps trying to kill me!"

"Now, I want you to trust me big time, Cm. I want a deal with you." "What is it?" She heaved a sigh and closed her eyes. "Let's have an alliance. Let's fight my brother together!" I was shocked. At first, I was hesitant to agree but I saw how her eyes screamed determination and braveness. I nodded. "Let's have an alliance." I know it's risky. But for her, for the city and the people, I will do everything. Even if it cost my death.