Rivals Novel Novels & Stories

He brushed off my attack and continued on with his story. “Once upon a time, there were two lovely mates that loved each other very much. They were the couple that everyone aspired to be. They were practically indestructible. Even in the face of the most powerful enemies, they were able to triumph with their love. They rejoiced and rejoiced, oblivious to the fact that not all of their enemies were dead. Like a fool he was, Dalton let his guard down and left his pretty little mate in my hands. I mean, what was I supposed to do? They already took everything from me! They took away my family, my friends, and MY SUPPOSED FUCKING TITLE! So, I had to take something from them too. It's just unfortu

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.

I handed her phone back to her. "Them," I muttered. "You mean Raging Beast and Deadly Snake!" she exclaimed. I frowned. "Why do you all call them by those names?" I asked. "Because it suits their personalities perfectly. Nobody dares to call them by their real names in this school unless they're tired of living. Raging Beast, as the name implies, is cold and always angry. Some students say he has anger issues. He's the son of the Alpha of the neighboring pack. He's ruthless, and even the principal is wary of him. Deadly Snake, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He rarely speaks unless it's absolutely necessary. He could witness someone dying right in front of him and still maintain

And then our eyes had met. Something had clicked. Not friendship. Not respect. Hatred. Pure, unadulterated hatred. Because Miles had seen me... really seen me, and he had known, in that instant, that I was his rival. And I had known the same. We had clashed from the very beginning. Every test. Every trial. Every damned assignment. If I was first, he was second, and vice versa. If I won a duel, he challenged me to another. If he proved himself in combat, I pushed myself harder, faster, stronger. It had been a war... one without bloodshed, but no less brutal for it.

Kate tried convincing him but when Ralph didn’t listen to her, she gave up. On the other hand, Ace was facing the situation almost as same as Edwin. Jacob couldn’t take the fact that Ace became friends with their rival. They were in Ace's guest house, still fighting over the same topic. “Why don’t you understand? He is our rival.” Jacob shouted.

“It’s cranberry.” “How do you know it’s my favourite?” “Well…” He turned around to place his books on the centre table but in the process, he accidentally knocked the cup out of my hand. I let out a gasp when the cold liquid hit my skin and instantly got to my feet so it wouldn't end up on the couch while Noah dropped the remaining books in his hand. “Shit! Sorry, Sorry,” he said in a rush as he moved his hand to my chest to help me get rid of the liquid that was quickly soaking through my chest and I took in a quick, sharp breath before he froze.