Lawless Ones Novels & Stories

The two of them were completely caught off guard. I had sued them for bigamy. I claimed that Jack had been seeing Rhea while still married to me. He had taken wedding photos with her and was even expecting a child together. Earlier, I had already gathered information in Rhea's neighborhood, where they had been posing as newlyweds. They were technically married and living together. … Jack rushed to me and confronted me about the lawsuit. I smiled and replied, "Nothing, I'm just doing something that makes me happy." Rhea screamed, "She's dying! She wants to get revenge on us before she dies. Shannon Barnier, you evil woman!"

He wanted to make up for all those days he wasted, for all those times he made her cry. The car stopped in front of a huge building located in one of the most expensive areas of the city. Eleven floors, glass windows all over, unique designing with a big brown LED board in the middle that highlighted the words ‘K.S Law Firm’. As much as he hated Raiden Kingston, Calvin found it fascinating how he had managed to do all of that in just a span of seven years. “That guy is really something.”

All three were angry but there was not much they could do. “There are laws…” The tallest man began. “I know there are laws, and quite frankly I am shocked at how demons who had dubbed yourselves as lawless willingly follow rules to such an extent.” His words brought a different kind of frown on the faces of the trio. “Careful how you tread, lest your words bring destruction to us all.” The tallest one spoke to which Suit shrugged in reply.

“We can plan and we can find his weakness and we can find the cracks in his strength and we can find the place where he is not as strong as he pretends to be.” “There is no weakness in this law,” I answered because I had grown up knowing the old law and I had grown up knowing that it did not bend and it did not break and it did not leave room for the wolves who fought to find the cracks in their enemy’s armor. “It is bare hands or claws and it is no tricks and no blades and no wolves who step in when the fight turns against you and it is the law that was written by Alphas who wanted to know which of them was strongest and it has no room for the wolves who learned that strength comes in forms

The urgency of Lawrence’s actions demanded immediate attention, but Lila was a key to understanding what was happening. Intelligence reports trickled in from Drakkon territory, painting a grim picture. Lawrence was actively inciting the Drakkons, fueling their resentment and stirring up old grievances. He was a master manipulator, exploiting their vulnerabilities and playing on their thirst for power. The scale of the threat was immense, a potential continental conflict that could engulf everything they had worked for. Jake knew that Lawrence's betrayal was more than just a personal vendetta; it was a calculated move to destabilize the entire region.

Their eyes were wild, glowing with a hunger that only those who had been cast out of society possessed. Fuck, these were rogues. They crawled out from behind the broken pillars and dropped from the heights of the dead trees like spiders that had been waiting for the perfect time to strike. There were dozens of them, it looked like a small army of lawless wolves who owed no loyalty to any throne, only to the hand that fed them. And I knew exactly whose hand fed them, it was the same hand that had lured me here.

No one was willing to give them a job because of their nightmarish appearances, and those who sympathized with them were shunned by the majority. Humans, being weak-willed creatures that feared the unknown, couldn't accept the disfigured group in fear of contracting the boils they carried. It was a silly reason, really, but that's how humans were. It didn't make any difference to them that radiation was a chemical rather than a viral reaction. As such, the Lawless were excluded by the supernatural and ordinary beings, leaving them to live on the fringes of society. Filled with hatred and resentment, they turned on the weaker race, the human women, to perform unlawful activities like traffick

“Fuck! Let go of me!” I tried so hard to put my arms away from them but I couldn’t. There were three of them and as Mr. Miller raised his hand all the men beside me stepped back. I hated when someone tried to touch me with their filthy hands. “Let him go. We will witness how Mr. Krumpus use violence at this moment. We heard many good things about you and even to those women you fuck up in bed.”

I dry my hair quickly, but it stays half wet, so I clip it back to keep it out of my face. Ronan escorts me downstairs. As we walk through the hall, loud noises from outside make me jump. Through a window, I spot a line of people in black leather, aiming guns at practice dummies. “Who are they?” I ask. Ronan stands next to me, looking out the window. “The Royal Firing Squad, made entirely of Wolfless.” “Wolfless?” He nods. “They’re part of the King’s Army. Wolfless can’t fight or shift like normal Werewolves, but they can still fight—mostly like humans would.”

"Lila and Linc are talking in the bedroom." He nodded. Luca wasn't just any lawyer. He was one of the best next to Linc himself. And we needed the best right now. There is a reason packs stopped using this kind of justice to take care of issues. It is harder to keep it under wraps if humans are involved. The police who picked Linc up were humans. Why they were patrolling roads surrounded by werewolf territory is beyond me.