Deeper Than Hate Rivalry Novels & Stories

When Peter called Evan again, he was unable to reach him. He angrily threw his phone onto the floor and smashed everything around him. He seethed, thinking, "That dumbfuck! Did he think I would covet Cecilia Rachlin? How ridiculously stupid!" But Peter was no match for Evan, who had the wealth to play the expensive long game. Evan could make his life hell if they turned enemies—all because of his net worth. But Peter was indignant. Evan, not the sharpest tool in the shed, had everything he wanted. On the other hand, Peter was always second to Evan despite all his efforts.

“Does he own this place? I have every right to be here.” Alaric raised an eyebrow. “No need for the attitude. I was just concerned about you, you know. We’ve known each other long enough.” They’d known each other a long time, yes, but they’d never been friends. From grade school through high school and even into the business world, they were often compared. Their families worked in similar industries, and they were close in age. Their rivalry started when they first met at six years old, in one summer incident where Lena accidentally hit Alaric with a ball. He thought she was rude; she thought he was soft. They’d been at odds ever since.

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It was like watching two lions circle each other, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Zayn finally looked down at me. “Let’s just say he and I don’t get along.” The understatement was so massive it would have been funny if I wasn’t trapped between them. Don’t get along? The air practically crackled with years of accumulated animosity. This was beyond professional rivalry or personal dislike—this was genuine hatred, carefully cultivated and perfectly preserved. I looked at Killian. He didn’t refute it. Didn’t clarify. Didn’t even pretend to be neutral.

Kane left a threatening message: “The Cup will be a bloodbath. Choose mortality while you still can.” Back home later that night, Alex and Jake sat together by the cabin fire. Jake pulled Alex into a tight embrace. “We’re unbreakable,” he said softly. They kissed, their fangs brushing together, promising they would face whatever came next. The season moved forward. Playoffs were coming. Hunters were watching from the shadows. But their love—and their shared power—remained their greatest weapon. And the only thirst either of them truly felt… was for each other.

However, as I approached his office, I overheard Raymond and Brian engaged in a heated argument, their voices raised in frustration. I overheard everything being said outside the door. "She isn't my mother just because she is your mate. I'm not here to discuss her. I want my title back as future Alpha," Brian roared passionately. "I didn't think you could sink any lower than this. Your request is denied," Raymond stated firmly. "I'm your only heir, and it's my right to become the next Alpha. Let me guess, you're going to give the future Alpha title to the child you will have with that slut," Brian said angrily. "You have disrespected Michelle and me for the last time," I heard Raymond say wi

But his eyes still burned not in defeat. It burned with promise. This rivalry was not ending tonight since it had been forged too long and too deep. “You think this is over?” Aurelio taunted as he stood up and spat blood on the floor. “This is just the continuation, Dominic.” Dominic stepped back, weapon raised but not fired. “I’m not stupid.” He replied. “Your move, Aurelio.” Because their war had never truly been about succession. It had always been about legitimacy. And neither man was willing to surrender it.

"You two have hated each other since Derek transferred here." "We do not hate each other," I said, though even I was not sure if that was true. "We are just rivals." "Rivals who got into a massive fight that hospitalized both of you," James pointed out. "Rivals whose teams have been at each other's throats all season. Rivals who have been competing for the same girl." "The fight was weeks ago. And we are not competing for Lila anymore." I took a sip of my coffee, burning my tongue in the process. "She made her choice. Derek won. End of story."

She didn’t even give a damn about the fact that my men were behind me. If anything, I know she’d go for my head given the chance. It was amusing. And also annoying as hell. Amara had been my rival for as long as I could remember. It dated as far back as when we were kids. It wasn’t just an individual rivalry though. This was a family rivalry. The Vitales and the DeLaurentis’ had been at each other’s necks for decades. Our rivalry was something born as a result of it. Even now that I’d taken then position of Don, it didn’t mean things would end just yet. I hated her and she hated me just at much. I hated her father Viktor and the rest of her brothers. Nothing could dissolve or change that. Th

“Yeah I should. This is going to blow up in our faces.” But I did not mean it. I was already in too deep. The pull to him felt stronger than the hate now. I dressed quick and left the weight room without another word. Back at my apartment the place felt too quiet. I grabbed a beer and sat on the couch pulling out my phone. I typed Kade Volkov into the search bar. Stories popped up fast. Suspensions from his old league. Bar fights. Whispers about his brother’s death back in Russia. Something about a cover up and bad people. Nothing clear but enough to leave a bad feeling in my gut.