Lawless Ones Novels & Stories

"I will not be like anyone else, harming my fellow human beings without pity." Conal's words seemed to strike a nerve in Harem. His face darkened as he looked at Conal with suspicion. He was afraid that it would expose what he was doing to Louis in front of a large crowd if he said anything else. Harem quickly changed the subject: "What brought you here?" Conal grinned, growled, and said: "I want my men. You are unlawfully detaining my people." "Who are your people? That sounds ridiculous; Is there any mistake here?" Harem sneered and mocked: "Don't think that you can do whatever you want because you're an immortal werewolf. You must obey the laws I make once you enter my territory."

“Not him. The law.” I stab the page. Right through Clause 3, Section 9. Pin it to the stone like an insect. “I, Luna Hazel of Stone Jaw,” I say. Loud. So the wind carries it. So the Moon hears it. “Daughter of Beta Cleric and Lina. Mate to Alpha Alaric. By blood, by bond, by every child you sold… I strike this law.” I rip the page out. And throw it in the fire circle. It catches. Curls. Turns to black smoke, thick and choking. The smell is old paper and lies.

He stammered, clearly his throat when his gaze met my eyes. "The law states that anyone without a reputable background cannot become a Luna.” He said, and the man seated closest to my mom placed some papers on the table. “And since when do you care about the fucking law?" I growled. “It's not whether we care about it or not, what's important is that we follow it. You of all people should know this." “And you know the consequences of going against the law." “Since we're already on the subject of law and consequences, does anyone want to tell me funds allocated to Bloodstone Pack for the rogues attack they faced wasn't accounted for? “

Sometimes lawless packs form, but it’s been years since one of those popped up. Now, there seems to be a possibility of one. “Have any of these rogues been approached by another to join a pack?” “Do you think someone is forming a Lawless Pack?” Ranger asks, sounding surprised and disgusted. Lawless packs are dangerous because normal packs have to be sanctioned by the King, and they have to follow the law. Rogue packs do not bother with legitimacy or laws. “Not that we’ve seen,” Zack says, then adds, “We haven’t scented any Pack Lycans either.”

I opened my mouth to agree when Emma said, “We need to respect Ines’s take on this fully. She and those of White Paw, indeed, any Rogue who has ever set foot outside the walls of Lunaris, knows the importance of the law and a solid system of justice.” Many slapped their hands on their thighs in approval. “Thank you, Emma,” Ines said warmly, which struck me as odd, though I didn’t know precisely why. “Life was horrible outside,” said another omega I recognized from White Paw, though I didn’t know his name. “And it wasn’t just the lack of protection. We were outcasts even to our own families, hostages of a system that allowed us to be rejected without due process.” “We were cold, hungry, and a

“You have no claim here, Lawrence.” The older alpha didn’t even blink. “The law disagrees.” Kane’s voice was sharp. “The law is outdated.” “Perhaps,” Lawrence replied smoothly. “But it remains unbroken. Unless you plan to break it publicly?” His eyes glittered. “Are you willing to risk the full wrath of the Northern Circles?” Kane didn’t flinch. “Try us.” Lawrence’s smile faded. He looked at me again, slower this time. “You are not what I expected.”

"See? I’m a fast learner." I highly doubted that, but at least he wasn’t entirely zoning out. "Alright, since you’re such a 'fast learner,' tell me what you just understood about militarism." He smirked. "That's when countries start collecting weapons, acting all tough, flexing their muscles and then boom, war starts". I shook my head, but a small smile played on my lips. "Not bad. There's hope for you yet, Carter." He leaned back in his chair, stretching. "Told you. So, what’s next?"

the legal system, or the abuse of power," I wound down. There was a knock on the open door. Holy Shit! It was Nicole Lawless, Attorney at God. "Who are you?" Brock spun on the newcomer. "Hey Nicole," I yawned. "Hey Cáel," she answered. To the rest, "I'm Nicole Lawless with [the Legion of Undead Litigators] and I'm taking over Mr. Nyilas' case." "Wait!" I raised my hand. "I need to know something first." There was a pause. "Nicole, are you wearing underwear?" "Sweet God, you are exhausted," Nicole compassionately noted. "No, I'm not." Underwear.

Now it was just time to make it official. My heart hammered in my chest as the council members appeared on the screen, all eyes on me as I prepared to address them. Every gaze felt like an electric charge; every whisper an echo of my internal conflict. "Today, I redifine the Larch Groove Pack," I began, my voice steady despite the tremors within, "Today, I enact Luna's Law."

“The child is the key. The mother is the lock. The Alpha is the price. Return what was stolen — or watch your pack bleed.” Ronan’s wolf prowled inside him, a fierce beast demanding freedom. Mine rose to meet it, fierce and unyielding. This wasn’t merely a threat. It was a start to war.