Rivals Novelas e Histórias

He said underneath his breath. Within a few minutes everyone was back on the pitch, the Ravens were ahead of Greenmay with 15 points, the next few minutes was the only time they had to proof themselves. Everyone was at the edge of their sit as the game started once again, Allen threw a pass and Arson blocked it. Allen was mad, all his life he had to compete with Arson because of the rivalry between the two clans. If Arson went hunting and killed a bear, Allen had to kill more just to prove his worth.

I had been a good enough fighter at the Dandelion Primes Pack, but the way he easily parried any blow I sent his way indicated just how much better the Black Raven Pack was at fighting. After a few minutes, I started to get tired and my swings became weaker and weaker. “You have no strength or stamina, and your fighting technique is sloppy and predictable,” he growled, “Is this really how they teach you to fight at the Dandelion Primes Pack?” I glared at him, my chest heaving, “I did not ask for you to come out here and insult my pack.” Suddenly, he took a step closer to me, completely catching me off guard. Anger and dominance pulsed off of his body in waves.

RAVAGERS WOLVES IN 3 DAYS. The pain in my head sharpened into a cold, lethal clarity. Harold hadn't just cheated, he’d lied about the game date to keep me away from the hotel. I scrolled down to the poster for the opposing team, the Ravagers Wolves. Standing front and center was the Wolves' Captain, Horace. He was Harold’s cousin and his most hated rival. He looked like a god of destruction, broad shoulders stretching his jersey, a jawline like granite, and icy blue eyes that promised no mercy.

Vera growled, her voice raspy. The room cleared instantly as people scrambled to leave. As Cole passed me, he shot me a glare and leaned in to whisper a warning, "Mylo, you better keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you die a very painful death." I ignored him and just watched Vera’s slumped back. This was my rival. The opponent I had fought for seven years. I could defeat her, but I wouldn't let her be destroyed by something this pathetic and underhanded.

Jake arrived on a separate flight to keep up the appearance that they were still just rivals. But they texted constantly. Alex: I can still feel your bite. Jake: Suite door will be open tonight. The Media Storm Outside the league building, cameras flashed as soon as they arrived. Reporters crowded around them. “Jake! Witnesses say your strength at the gala looked impossible!” “Alex! Why were you defending Harlow? Are you two fighting or friends?” Jake stayed calm, his expression smooth and confident. “Old rivalry stuff,” he said. “Nothing more. Hockey is the focus.”

“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.”

My jaw tightened. I had seen his face before, countless times over the years. On screens. In newspapers. On banners and sponsorship deals. Every time his name came up beside mine, it was always the same narrative, rivalry. Competition. Two rising heirs destined to clash. But that was never what he was to me. Riko wasn’t just a rival that stole some of my brand deals. He wasn’t just competition that I needed to face on the field. He was my enemy. And one day, I was going to kill him myself.

Her father was one of the biggest diamond moguls on the continent, and not only that, she was ranked the most beautiful lady in the world nine whole TIMES! ‘This was the lady he was putting me up against? I feel like the world is going to implode on my head!’ Roman stood there for a few seconds before walking off with me holding him. Once we got to the stairs, I saw Lily hold his hand. It was almost like she wanted to talk to him. And I was stuck in the middle…

My fists were clenched tightly at my sides, my jaw was set, and my head was held high with my back straight as I walked down the hallway, mentally counting each step and silently praying to whatever gods were listening that I wouldn't meet anyone on my way until I reached the door. That same door that, despite being right in front of me, seemed impossibly far away. Noises echoed from outside the building – not just any building, but the nation's media house. Outside, over one hundred thousand people from across the nation had gathered, arguing and silently waiting to see who would win tonight's game between Sunhaven and Dawnlands. They wanted to know which of the two greatest packs in the na

“Does he own this place? I have every right to be here.” Alaric raised an eyebrow. “No need for the attitude. I was just concerned about you, you know. We’ve known each other long enough.” They’d known each other a long time, yes, but they’d never been friends. From grade school through high school and even into the business world, they were often compared. Their families worked in similar industries, and they were close in age. Their rivalry started when they first met at six years old, in one summer incident where Lena accidentally hit Alaric with a ball. He thought she was rude; she thought he was soft. They’d been at odds ever since.