Rivals Nemesis Novels & Stories

He shook his head, "No, my friend. There is a pack whose alpha shares your traits; we are what you might call allies, adversaries to Crimson. If you can collaborate with them, I assure you that your desires regarding Drew will be fulfilled." An adversarial group targeting the Crimson pack? There are numerous packs that harbor deep animosity towards them. Legends suggest that the alpha lineage once wielded immense power, though these tales may be mere myths. Nevertheless, the sheer size and strength of the Crimson pack have made them a source of envy, resulting in a multitude of enemies.

“Entering their mansion is like walking into the devil’s lair. No man has ever lived who decided to go against the Romano Empire. They’re merciless to their enemies.” “No man, I know,” I echoed and nodded slowly. “I am not a man, and I am not going to make the same mistake that others did. It’s about time they realize what eye for an eye means.” I shook my head and spoke slowly. “They have to pay. I will make them pay. Romanos played Gods for a long time now. It’s about time they see what hell looks like.” “It is not going to be easy, Lilliana.” I knew that it was a war—a war with an invincible enemy.

Damon’s POV: My nemesis. That was the label I had pinned on her the moment I realized I couldn't ignore her existence. She wasn't an enemy in the traditional sense—she didn't carry a gun or plot my downfall in the dark—but she was the one opponent I could never seem to beat. She was the glitch in my life, the persistent static in my frequency. My downfall. My undoing. It all started on December 31, 2012. That was the first time I actually stood in the same room as her. I was eleven years old and she was nine. It was a New Year’s Eve dinner.

“We’ll call her Lilith, belonging to the night.” They had two months of happiness while Arden’s advisors grew increasingly suspicious about why their Alpha kept disappearing. Then a seer had a vision during court and everything fell apart. “A child born of moon and blood will either unite the realms or destroy them,” the seer gasped, her eyes rolled back in her head. “When she comes of age, the ancient enemy will rise, She is salvation or annihilation. There is no middle ground.”

It is after all a revenge game and as much as he hates to admit it, the reality still remains that the poor Janice is merely a pawn in the revenge game of chess. It is a dangerous world we live in. And people are willing to stake anything, no matter how precious it might be, on the line to achieve their aims. Only that this time, he came with a free mind with only one clear-cut goal in mind: to destroy the jordans and exert vengeance! Mr Thomas Jordan must go down!!!! "Drake?!" Janice called out, this time. it was her turn to wave her hand over his face frantically. " you seem lost for a bit."

~KILLIAN THANE~ Weak. Feeble. Small. If I had pressed a little harder at her neck, the sound of bones snapping would be next. The image of Emilia Monroe’s frightened eyes had refused to leave my mind since the moment in the relic room. It angered me how her scent still lingered and how my wolf had become restless with desire. A desire to claim and savage her whole till all she knew was me.

' 'Do you know the black hunter? 'Who knocked me out?' 'Why did he kill at my club?' 'Did your stalkerish obsession get a bit too high to control you needed to kidnap me?' She's obnoxious more than I thought. 'I do not have an obsession with you.' I stated coldly. 'Then why the questions?' 'I want my answers.' 'Curiosity killed the cat.' she snapped back at me. 'A cat has nine live, Nemesis.' 'That's my name now?' Nemesis. That was the perfect name for her. She was the enemy not any sort of ally in any way.

Everyone pulled out their swords and lashes out to their enemy, leaving this part of the forest. "Should I ask for your forgiveness, your majesty?" Nemesis said, the side of his mouth slowly moving upwards, as if mocking the king. "You know me, your majesty. I could bow my head lower than you can imagined to someone who's deserving. But, I could raise my horns and bare my fangs to someone cruel and undeserving. And that means you, your majesty." he smiled, pulled out his sword from his hips and jump to the group of enemies near us.

I did a little clean up on my chest as I looked back to address the attention that has forged for me. “Run with whatever you all are gonna run with. Just know that I’m neither jealous nor envious of this bastard right here.” My index lifted to point at Ryan who was also fixing himself. “Polish your words, fam,” Ryan growled silently in caution. I heard him but chose to ignore and went on to address the phone flashlights pointed at my face. “He is my enemy, my rival, my bestest friend turned adversary. What I feel in place of jealousy is pure hatred, clean rage against him. Know this and know peace, and the world should also know that I’ve chosen to become his nemesis. Why? Because he’s a sna

I caught the driver staring at me through the rearview mirror. "What?" He quickly looked back at the road. "Forgive me for saying this, sir, but I'm happy." My eyebrows knitted together. "Happy about what?" "It's rare seeing you like this." "Like what?" "You've been smiling ever since we left the café. I've honestly never seen that before." I frowned. "You certainly talk a lot. What is your name?" He hesitated. "...Are you planning on firing me after hearing it?" "Name." "My name is Nemesis."