Lawless Ones Novels & Stories

She did not seem bothered as leisurely paced around the room. “He broke the Dialogue pact,” I said in a mixture of anger and disbelief. “We both know that laws and rules do not mean a thing to these Alphas.” Elektra said with a shrug. I was brimming with rage again. The total disregard for the same law they used to get away with everything made my blood boil. “He cannot get away with it,” I said with gritted teeth. “He will,” Elektra replied. “He is an Alpha, he is untouchable.”

The First One sat on the beach and stared at the violent waves of the ocean as he deliberated. The killings had stopped but not for long. Officer Muhammad and Maryam must die in order to protect his real identity. The trip to Lagos had been taken for the main purpose of relaxing and approaching matters from a psychological point because where violence fails, logic is born. It had not been easy approaching the men running things at work and asking for some few days off but the greatest weapon in The First One arsenal was the power of persuasion.

“No. She's on her own. I don't want to be a killjoy.” “Did you just refuse?” Liv gasped and Maddie tuts her mouth. “Girls, let me handle this.” She leaned closer and smirked. “Puppet, you know what you did earlier. You violated the law. You spilled the milk on your body instead of Olive's. But I chose to let you go. For doing that, head over to her table and I want you to flip her tray over.” I sulked, oversensitive. “Maddie, please.” I was already feeling burned out.

Alpha Jones whispered to Sophie. Sophie sighed. She went into the room reluctantly and stood by the door peeping through the small opening. "So the law allows you to threaten tourists in leaving your town?" Alpha Jones alleged. "The problem is, it is very hard for people to get used to the law especially someone whose childhood was full of justified vices" Redmond nodded. He seemed to be throwing shades at Alpha Jones. "And the law doesn't respect a murderer" he concluded. "Are you calling me a murderer?" Alpha Jones was getting worked up.

“Let us remind you, we are the First Ones. We are before you were. Our word is law. The hybrid will die and there’s nothing you can do about it.” **********

Even the special luna selection jury accepted and recognized Xanthea as an official luna candidate. “Oh, and one last thing. Don’t trouble my brothers, Alpha Asher and Alpha Raven, by going to them and saying what I did here today was unlawful. As far as I know, I have broken no law. I am just following a law that’s above all others — your universal law of evil, which states that the strong have all the right to make the weak suffer hell. And this, my dear council friends, is my hell and I… am your… lord.” Ezra smiled before strutting out of the hall.

I didn’t sleep. Not because Raffaele Moretti was sitting in my living room, legs stretched out like he owned the place—or maybe like he was trying not to look too ready to kill someone. And not because I had just learned that Marcus Vento, my brother’s old partner, was framing Raffaele to distract from his own sins. No, I didn’t sleep because the whole world felt like it had tilted. The law—the thing I built my life on—suddenly felt like a crooked ladder. And the only hand reaching out to pull me up belonged to a man who probably broke more laws before breakfast than I had in my whole career.

“As if the laws could dictate something like this.” I glance at him, surprised to find that, for once, we’re in agreement. The Council’s discussion continues, growing more heated as they delve into the finer points of the law, wondering aloud if I’m even technically allowed to ascend the throne with more than one One. The longer they talk, the more my frustration builds. They’re not getting to the point of how this could have happened, or what it means for the future of our kingdom. All they care about is the letter of the law, but I want answers about what this all means.

And in Woodhidge-high, the most notorious bully was Clenk. Clenk Harris was a seventeen year old werewolf whose parents were quite rich. He was by miles, the strongest werewolf—his age—in town. His strength was just a gift to him, he wasn't a leader of any sort, yet he was an Alpha. He was born an alpha. Alphas generally get their level of authority and power after they have invested in leading a particular pack or killing another alpha werewolf. However, there aren't many alphas anymore because there wasn't any pack to rule. Over time, the werewolf culture has been forced to go through changes and series of phases because of the intimidating ever-growing nature of the humans. While, werewol

he asked. I smirked. An idea came into my mind. “Work with me.” He was confused for a moment. Then let out a small laugh, “You’re kiddin’, right?” “I’m not.” I stood up and locked the door of the club office. I told him the concept of Ringo Dingo and explained how does it work. For a minute or so, he was utterly shocked. “But that’s illegal!” “I know.” “And we are a Catholic school!” “I know.”