Dearest Enemy Novels & Stories

The text message began, "Dear Raelyn, by the time you're reading this, I will no longer be of this world. "Where will you be as you read this? Will you be at your most precious company, or in Christian's arms? Or will you be in front of my grave? Will you come and visit me? No, I'm probably flattering myself again. "I already expected you not to answer me that night. I'm sure you resent me, and you should. I still remember how much of a scoundrel I was back then. Just thinking about it now makes me want to slap myself."

Maybe not even to myself. "Your family destroyed mine," I said instead. "This seems... poetic." She nodded slowly, like she'd expected that answer. "Three days, then." "Three days." She left, closing the door softly behind her. I stood there in the empty room, wondering what the hell I'd just agreed to. My phone buzzed, a text from Dec, Please tell me you didn't just do something monumentally stupid. I typed back, Define stupid. You know exactly what I mean. That was Elara Vance. VANCE. As in, your family's sworn enemy, as in, the granddaughter of the man who destroyed your grandfather.

“That’s a bold move. Many will question your right to lead them.” “I’m not asking them to follow. I’m asking them to remember.” He smiled faintly. “You’ve changed.” She met his gaze, unwavering. “No. I’ve become who I was always meant to be.” --- The message went out by flame and fang. By whispered spell and dream-song. Across every land and pack, the words rang: > *“To those who stand in the light of the moon, The old enemy has returned. The Hollow Fang stirs in the shadows.

Chapter Thirty-seven Rafael Caruso Scar’s death wasn’t just what shook me to the core—it was also the realization that I’d been stretching my hands too far to catch the person behind this, while the real enemy had been close to me all along. I hadn’t seen it. It wasn’t just Scar’s death—it was the fact that I was battling a close enemy. And that… that’s the deadliest kind of war.

Every argument turned into a battle, a test, a war of wills. One night, he showed up at my house unannounced. My heart raced, half with fear, half with the strange pull I couldn’t deny. “I know what you’re doing,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “Trying to make me jealous. Testing me.” I looked him in the eye, my chest tight but my voice steady. “Maybe I am.” His expression darkened. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Don’t forget it.” “I haven’t forgotten,” I said, smiling faintly. “But maybe I’m learning what I deserve.”

Mike rushes towards me. “Jayden, I am so sorry” “Don’t be, but… I am.. not the real.. enemy” I frown,I see his eyes starts closing as he coughs out more blood. “What do you mean?” He pulls my ear down and leans forward as if he wants to whisper something in my ear. “The real… Enemy is… he is… Closer to you more…” He doesn’t finish his words and starts coughing non-stop. “Jayden, talk to me. Who is it?” I shake him.

– Desire said - Therefore, I deliver this to your last descendant of your first enemies. – Her former ally said, towards her enemies. In which there is no other way out for him, in which he came before in a last confrontation, when he invaded the fortress, he was engaged. In which they were totally focused on killing the last descendant of their enemy, at least that was the general thought, in which even so, he never thought he would be attracted, nor fall into perdition, due to a conflict and betrayal of one of the members, of his enemy clan.

This wasn’t just about thrones anymore. This was about survival. Of legacy. Of blood. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That night, I returned to the war room with Damien at my side. The generals nearly revolted when I entered with him. My council looked ready to riot. But I raised my voice before anyone could speak. “There is a greater enemy among us. One that predates our borders, our betrayals, even our histories.” I turned to Damien. “And this man - once my enemy—is now the only one I trust to help destroy it.”

Thank the goddess I'm now in their midst so I can be getting firsthand information. "That is so say, our worst enemies now live in our midst in disguise." They dart their eyes around, jaw gritted. That enemy includes me and one other person who's yet to reveal his identity. My rival. TBC.

The statement is met with an immediate spike in tension and yet, despite that tension, I can see the determination settle in their eyes. They were ready to fight. Anyone. For me. It is humbling. It is strengthening. I, too, am willing to fight for my pack. For my people. My family. “We have one more enemy to fight. This one is more formidable than all others. One of the things that make him -it- so, is the fact that he is not mortal.” “What?” “Not mortal?” “What does that mean?” “Yes,” I continue. “We have an enemy who seeks to destroy us and not just us, but the whole world as we know it. We are his first target because of our close relationship with the Moon Goddess.”