Rivalries Novels & Stories

I don’t really have a plan other than get the ball as early as possible and keep it. Luckily for me there have been some rivalries building on and off the field, and due to strict enforcement of the rules, on the field is the only place they can be settled until the tournament ends. Hopefully that will mean at least some of my opponents will be preoccupied. New Moon’s flag flaps at the edge of the field, marking my starting position. Ralph and Rudy are positioned either side of me, the two of them wielding our pack’s signature Damascus broadswords, grinning like Cheshire cats. They are here for the carnage, not the notoriety that comes with placing on the lead

I enjoy knowing that the louder he gets, the quieter I become, until the space between us feels cavernous and unbridgeable. The fans call it hatred. Coaches call it motivation. Ownership calls it rivalry. Another truth is that our bitter conflict has been good for all of us. For ticket sales, for headlines, for the neat binary of violence versus control that people like to believe in. Management talks about me and Cal like assets, like opposing forces that justify each other’s existence. When the final horn sounds, the building erupts. Champagne sprays, I raise the Cup over my head, cameras crowd in, teammates slap my back. The age-old story completes itself neatly: the golden-haired Captain

“I was just curious.” I knew my brother, he would never sound convinced. “Rowan…” “I’m fine,” I insisted. “Are you getting into trouble?” “Not intentionally.” He sighed quietly. “Try not to create unnecessary rivalries.” I looked out across the grounds, thinking of Theo’s eyes on me. “Rivalry found me,” I said calmly. “Without my intention.” Henry went silent for a second. “Then be careful,” he finally said. “Not everyone sees competition as harmless.”

Angel The games went on for a while, as expected it was heated. Tension filling the air, stirring anger in the hearts of losers. Sparrow and I weren't the only rivals here but we were probably the greatest rivals. Remarks kept flying at every chance created and the tension wasn't reducing any moment.

All I could see fighting now is jealousy and the strong desire to outperform Tristan in every damn way. "You are a sick and selfish bastard, Declan. Is this a game to you? Does your son's life mean anything at all? Even in moments like this when all you should care about is how he is doing, you are still bothered about Tristan doing better than you. Is it a game or a competition? Huh? Is it?" I could scream right now because I had never been this angry before. How can he think about rivalry in this situation? Tristan let go of all his grudges the moment he heard about Dame, so why couldn't he do the same?

The clash of fangs and claws reverberates through the forests and the air crackles with the energy of their animosity. In their shared struggle, the packs and the forbidden bond begin to witness the true cost of their animosity. The rivalries and grievances that once seemed insurmountable start to pale in comparison to the threat they face together. Bonds forged in the crucible of conflict begin to transcend their origins, blurring the lines that once divided them.

truth is I'm very nervous" what if I'm your mate Adam says playfully wiggling his eyebrows at me. we arrive at the training grounds with a minute to spare but every one else is already there, some are stretching others are standing in groups Sarah and I see our best friends Devon Bailey and Leah, and we decide to join them in limbering up. about five minutes after we start stretching and getting warmed up beta Harvey is ready to start. he starts by running us five laps in human form. then he has us spar in both human and wolf form I pin Sarah's brother Adam a few times, he is the future beta, him and Sarah being beta Harveys children. you can tell even tho Adam is trying to be cool about it

ONE of my many strengths is competing. I always love a good challenge and a good rivalry heats things up and it hypes me up. Among all my adversaries in such sport, only Cryx can make me feel like life and death is really after me. Don't get the idea wrong about what he can make me feel, it's obviously the feeling in racing.

His aura was enough to make someone piss in their pants. Sebestian and Vincenzo were rivals to each other, and they never failed to threaten each other by shedding blood. If one was east, then the other was west. With the same nature, same personality, and them being ruthless mafia, they still didn't get along at all. Their rivalry was like an heirloom passed down to them from generations. Both were terrifyingly powerful and were in cutthroat competition. It was very rare to see them at one place, and whenever they did, it didn't end up well for anyone.

"I have his location. I have his plans. I have his weaknesses. I'll give them to you—for a price." "What price?" "When the time comes, I'll let you know." Nikolai's expression didn't change because he had expected this, had prepared for it. "I don't do open-ended deals." "Then you don't get the information, and you'll spend the next few months hunting Krasny in the dark—never quite catching him, never quite knowing where he's going to strike next." Svetlan's smile widened. "I'm not your enemy, Nikolai. I'm your best chance at winning this war."