Rodrick Heffley Novels & Stories

One that warned me of danger, but I didn't know whether it was of him or something else entirely. But then I could see the strain that was in his face, the way he clenched his hand. The way his cheek twitched. He was angry and I could tell that he was doing his best to try and not show it to his pack members, though I did not understand why he was caring about a bunch of rogues. They often tried to do something like this. They often tried to break in. Why would he care about that? Why would he bother himself about that? The sigil carved into the rogue’s chest gleamed dark and cruel against the torchlight. I stared at the moment too long. Got it, Trying to figure out what it meant. It was a m

Ryu’s voice deepened. His whole body was covered in blood, his eyes glowing red like a true monster; even my father couldn’t make his eyes look so intimidating. “I am the Alpha; I am Ryu, and I am a predator who feeds on his enemies like prey.”

He may be an adult now and a Lead Warrior, but he’ll always be my baby brother. “Hey, Big Sis.” He says, returning my hug with his own. “Whatever this is about, it seems serious. Should I go or do you want me to stay?” He asks, looking anxiously between our father and me. I think for a moment. I don’t want my suspicions getting around the pack, creating panic or chaos until I’m certain of what we’re dealing with and Dax isn’t a ranked member. Hell, I even sent Bree and Jacob back to the packhouse, only bringing my Beta with me. But is also my brother, someone whom I trust with my life and the safety of our pack. And as Lead Warrior, he’s a good strategic thinker and, if I’m right, would play

Xavier: Rowan… the rogue who was not only kicked and shunned out but was also a traitor of a crime beyond comparison. It was a name that should have stayed buried in the past and yet, he was now walking free inside my territory, poisoning Valerie’s mind with half-truths and shadowed warnings. Hunter had already gone through every database we had, border records, rogue movements, financial trails. Rowan didn’t match any movements in the last year. I knew that he wasn’t around. I would have caught his scent if he was.

Kyra’s POV “Stay right behind me, Kyra,” Roderick said, his voice rough with urgency as he staggered toward me. Blood was still dripping from his side, but he seemed unbothered. Even in his broken state, he still had that commanding aura—that's why he's known as the Devil Alpha, the walking beast. “Behind you?” I shot back in shock, my anger gradually building up. “You can barely help yourself to your feet, Roderick. How do you intend to defend me if that—”

he shouted, I can hear music cranking the whole place that he’s in. “Driving. Why? Are you at a party? Don’t tell me you are having a party right now despite the fact that you’re grounded?” “Hell, yes dude. I’m at a party!” I can tell that he is half-drunk with the way his voice sounded. Rodrick has been with me since childhood, he knows every little shit about me and it may not be obvious but that punk cares about me a lot. I do not want to admit this, but he is a pretty boy, his lively eyes attract women like a magnet and he goes to the clubs and parties every time he gets a chance.

These were slits of annoyance not one of calculation. "Are you dissing your Beta Rodrick?" Eli tries to sound tough and stern but a yawn made the threat sound a bit weak. Okay, a lot weak. It was almost amusing. No, it was amusing. Rodrick smiled, straightening his back as he gives Eli a lopsided smile. "Me? No, I would never!" He mocked. "But as I recall, from even as a young boy, you were always the slowest of them all." He continued to jest at Eli.

"What'd they call that place he works at? You know, your uncle's hush-hush, covert whatever ..." "Polaris, whatever the heck that means." I looked through the side mirror at Maverick's truck, wondering anew about his involvement. "I can't believe he's known about this supernatural stuff all this time." The thought of him holding out on me all summer when I thought we were such good friends really rubbed me wrong. "And he works for Uncle Ira, who's some, what the heck, rebel leader? Seriously. No one in my life is who they seem." "Oh!" Ruthie gasped, tightening her hands on the steering wheel. "He's like Obi-Wan Kenobi and the Rebellion! And you're Princess Leia. Yeah! And Isaac is Luke and Z

he mutters with annoyance, "But I guess we can start getting to know each other?” I like that answer, so that's what we do for the rest of the day. An alpha arrives to bring us food and we have a mini date where Rodrick tells me about his job as an assistant chef back in the day and I tell him a little about what I do at my job. It's the most normal conversation we've ever had, especially when we start talking about movies and tv shows we like. Rodrick tells me how he caught up on his favorite movies while living at Hellen's house. He’s cute when he’s talking about superheroes like a little boy, but I don’t mention that.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.