Enemies Novels & Stories

Unsettling. Ava read over his shoulder, her eyes widening. “Who could have sent this?” Roman’s expression hardened as he folded the paper once more. “We have three main enemies,” he said calmly. “Clara. Julian. Or Damian.” He looked at her, his jaw set. “Whichever one it is, I’m ready.” Without another word, he tore the note into pieces and let them fall into the trash beside the car. Then he opened the door for her again. “Let’s go,” he said.

“Valerie? What’s-Osprey? Godric, what are you doing?” In the next moment, Maddy was standing between me and Letti. Her aura kept us in place while we tried to fight it to keep Scarlett from going inside. When the door shut, my mother let her aura loosen up around me. We immediately tried to go up the stairs, but stopped cold in our tracks when we heard Scarlett screaming. “I hate Raul. I hate Elena. I hate Osprey. I hate everybody. Just leave me alone!” Godric whimpered as he pulled back, forcing me to shift on the porch. I leaned against the door with my eyes closed.

“Possibly. But what chills me more is what Riven found at the ancient ruins during his last expedition. Carvings—written in blood and stone—that speak of a shadow capable of corrupting not just the flesh, but the very spirit of our kind.” A cold shiver ran down Aria’s spine. The idea that the enemy could infect their pack from within, turning brother against brother, was a terror beyond any physical assault. She thought of Kaelen, her own brother, whose betrayal had nearly shattered Moonshade. What if there were more like him? More hidden enemies disguised as kin? That night, under the full moon’s unyielding gaze, Aria called the entire pack to assemble in the

Or was he secretly happy seeing me risking my life, praying that I don't come back because he doesn't want to have a tiny boy for a mate? I will probably never find out. My heart plummets in my chest when we finally emerge from the trees and see the enemy standing on a hill just a short distance away from us. Every single one of them looks rigid and foreboding, but it is the way they are looking at us that scares me the most. "Stay calm," Titus cautions. "That's Alejandro Santiago at the center of them." I take a closer look at the man he's referring to and almost get a stroke.

Jason picked that part up in the conversation and asked "Others, It's not only the wolves, witches, and vampires; there are others that are very special. They are called infernos. They can turn into human form and live like humans but once threatened. They can be very dangerous. If you can make them your friend, they are better, but if they are an enemy, they are the worst. They never die and are Wolves' worst enemy. Their bike or scratch never heal unless their blood is used as a cure." He explained to Jason.

He spoke to me like he was talking to a little girl. I nodded, feeling my lower lip tremble. “You’re mean,” I pouted. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the beach, and when I get back, I want to see my room normal again. We’re enemies here, I get it, but outside, it’ll be like we’re the best friends in the world.” I patted his shoulder. “I don’t see you as my enemy, Amanda. You see me as a threat because of everything with the trial, I know, but I’m just trying to do the right thing,” he said seriously.

Her brother Xander is out searching for the witch and she’s staying to help with the interview process. Witches, vampires and werewolves. If the entire supernatural community is going up against the Guardians, it’s going to be a nasty fight. I look back at the mountain on the computer screen. It would be good for me to find out now who my allies are and who my enemies are. If a war is coming, and it definitely feels like it is, then it’s better to know sooner rather than later.

Don't ever call me your mate," he said with a frown plastered on his face. "Why?... Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. "It's because you are my enemy and not my mate." "Do you expect me to be with my enemy?" My friend said, and I felt my heart freeze with shock.

said one of the enemies, laughing. "Yeah. I think they have bugs in their brains. You idiot! Let's just kill them! We're wasting time!" But another enemy prevented him. "Hey, this is entertainment. Let's just watch them fight. After that, we will kill them. Don't rush! We will win. Look at those idiots! They are getting tired and that's why their brains are messed up!" "You are right!" said another enemy. "Don't take it so seriously! Just enjoy it while it lasts! Sit down! Who wants to bet with me?"

It all started at school, with a fight over something small—something that shouldn’t have mattered. But somehow, it changed everything. From that day on, we weren’t just classmates. We became enemies. After that, every interaction felt like a battlefield. We avoided each other when we could, but school had a way of trapping us in the same hallways, the same classrooms, the same group projects. Every glance, every word, felt like a challenge.