Falling For The Enemy Novels & Stories

My father once stated, "The enemy of your enemy is an ally. While wearing a backplate to protect yourself, work with them. Once they help remove your enemy, decide if they are your own enemy." I never understood it at the time. My father sometimes liked to talk in riddles, especially about war games, but it was ringing true now. This rogue pack was the enemy of my enemy, and although I knew not to let my guard down with them, I could use their assaults on Trinity Falls Pack as a crux to gain my own vengeance against those indebted to me.

"He has, but you blocked him. And he knows this mess is his fault. He's too embarrassed to face you." I fell silent, feeling conflicted. Even though Elliot had failed me, it felt bad to see him fall like this. At the same time, I knew this was the price he had to pay. He had chosen Yvette over me, and now he had to face the consequences. "Where is Yvette?" "Rumors say Sorothspire, but we don't know which country. The police are still looking."

So I kept pushing forward, hoping that when I reached the center of the field, I would somehow find Dearon. I moved further, blending within the swarm of enemies, until I could no longer spot any member of our squad. I had lost count of how many I had killed. It didn't matter. I could easily see that the victory was still far ahead. I moved swiftly, bringing more enemies down and trying to ignore my rising exhaustion. I withdrew my claws from another wolf's throat when a hoarse cry echoed through the air. My chest tightened, and my body moved before I fully comprehended what I was doing. I rushed toward the sound just as another whimper pierced the air. ‘Rafe!’ I screamed through the link as

I shot out from both ends: the back, where he was, and the front, which had finally been triggered by the hot, large rod that rammed into me. He pounded me, and I shuddered, trembling as I went higher than I ever had in my life. My vision blurred, but I fought back. I shifted my head down, over the humping shoulder, I stared at the pierced dragon. He was smiling. His eyes were fading, but he was well and truly smiling. At me. He had won. I had burst first. I was broken. My gaze shifted to the first of us who had fallen. His empty, pale eyes stared back from a still form.

He tilted his face a bit and Jer nodded. "I am sorry Mag. It’s just she never left like this. I am okay, don’t worry. I am not weak. It’s just that... I am fine Mag. I have you. And you will have to bear me in all moods got it". Jer said in a demanding tone and Magnus chuckled. "Anything for you baby". He softly captured his lips for a warm gentle kiss. "I think I have fallen for my enemy Magnus". Jeremy whispered on his lips. "Fallen deep baby". Magnus held him tight in his arms. Ghosting his lips roughly. And Jer sighed in his mouth. He knew Forth would make this night beautiful, rough and sinful.

His voice was a vow carved in stone. “Then I’ll whisper it with you.” For a moment, the fire burned hotter, brighter, as if sealing something dangerous between us. But the moment shattered when another scout stumbled into the camp, pale and trembling. “My King! My Queen!” he gasped. “The enemy...they’ve unleashed something else. Not just beasts. An army of the dead rises from Ravenfall’s graves. Marching straight for us.” My blade clattered against the ground. My heart p ounded like thunder.

The hallway looked longer and narrower like an endless tunnel but with this tunnel, I knew I wouldn’t see any light at the end it. The nurse shoes made soft noise against the tiles as she pushed my wheelchair further away from Damien’s room—away from the man who once held my heart, and who had now shattered it into pieces too small to gather.

And there I saw it, the truth I was trying to avoid. The headline read. ‘Hunter Cruz engaged with Kira Forger…’ Another read… ‘Amara Forger had been grooming the young man for his bride for the past three years!’ Yet another one. ‘She even handed him her Empire; she wanted him to love her.’ I couldn't tell what I was feeling; it was a mixture of hate, rage, and confusion. I didnt even know where I would find them, and this was something huge. My phone rang again, not letting it go on. I picked up the call.

Could I use him? The thought made her stomach turn. Could she pretend to love him? Could she stay close to him? Could she gather information and feed it to the authorities? Could I destroy him? She thought about his gray eyes. The way they softened when he looked at her. The way he said her name. The way he held her like she was something precious. I am falling for him. The realization made her chest ache. I am falling for the enemy. She lay down on the bed. She stared at the ceiling. The rain pounded against the window. The room was dark. The house was quiet.

“Cut her off.” “Bring her down!” My lungs are on fire. I notice my blood dripping and leaving a trail behind me. As I slipped in and out of consciousness, I thought: I'm going to fall. I'm going to fall and they're going to catch me and drag me back. I finally cross the treeline and their shadows close around me. As I run, the voices become faint until I can no longer hear them. I ran until I couldn't run anymore. Then I collapse and automatically reverse to human form. I lie on the ground bleeding. I tried to crawl forward but I'm unable to lift myself.