Friend To Enemy Novels & Stories

One of their wolves—a Shadowfang scout—howled in pain, dragged down by two enemies. Ronan’s growl answered, low and lethal. It wasn’t a sound meant to be heard. It was meant to be felt. Kaela turned mid-step, caught the second scout by the throat. He shifted as he fell, a flash of fur and rage, but she was already on him. Her wolf surged—white-hot, furious—and ended it fast. Her claws found the soft spot at his neck and didn’t hesitate. Another enemy ran. Ronan chased. The world blurred around her. Claws. Teeth. Screams muffled by trees. Dirt kicked up. The ground slippery with blood and wet leaves.

Would he think it was a scheme to get close to their Alpha? Not that I would be able to do much to him even if I wanted to – his battle prowess was unparalleled. “I’m going to stop you right there,” he said, a false cheer in his voice as he raised a finger at me. “Crosses aren’t welcome here. You can turn right back around and go back where you belong.” “I’m not your enemy!” I pleaded. “My father – I know he’s awful. I know his cruelty better than most. That’s why I need to speak to your Alpha – I’ve left my pack, and I wish to pledge my loyalty to him instead!”

For the first time in days, I felt as though fate had finally handed me something I could use. If jealousy was enough to make Adrian lose his composure, then perhaps it could become the very weapon I needed to bring him to his knees.

An enemy of my enemy is a friend. I recall little of how I got to be with them because I spent years consumed in hate and grief as a little boy. They took me in because I had no family left. Maybe they felt pity for me, but I grew up to understand that nothing is for free. I’m just a tool in their plan for revenge and I’m happy to comply. We might have different reasons for wanting to destroy the Toranes, and I don’t care. All I care about is seeing them destroyed and on their knees.

Thorne would kill me if I even thought of that. The enemy of my enemy. "I'm with you," I said firmly. Because the enemy of my enemy might not be my friend. But right now, he was all I had.

Black gun asked. "You don't have to want, you are already," he said, "a common enemy is enough to tight us up as teammates. Moreover, the enemy of my enemy is my friend but I will say you are my best friend cause you are not just an enemy to my enemy but the enemy to my most hated enemy" the smile on Wendigo's lips made Black gun rolls his eyes in irritation. "I can never be friends with a selfish and envious bastard like you" Black gun snorts.

He said as he inched closer to the couch. "But - why you are helping me?" Maxwell couldn't help but ask. He knew better, no one in this world does a favor without needing something in return. "Like they say, my enemy's enemy is my friend," Frank said as a smirk came to his face. "And as you know, we share the same enemy." He couldn't wait to see Isaac's face as he hears that Maxwell got his girl back. He couldn't wait to finally destroy him. No, not just him. He corrected himself.

“Let’s skip the moral high ground, darling. Do you want my help or not?” A slow, dangerous smile crept onto Cressida’s lips. “Why not?” she murmured. “An enemy of my enemy… is my friend.”

She was the only one who also knew how close I was with him. Or could it really be that stalker? "I don't believe you." I spat out; the muscles in my body were starting to get less tense after listening to her confession, which was quite believable. "I am not forcing you to do that." She shrugged. "You now have more enemies. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I really want to know who that person is, and let me see if I could also get to figure things out with that person." She added, her hands touching my hair while her eyes filled with pity. "Have a good night's rest."

And the friend who we now call the enemy. Slone. A new warlock.