Rodrick Novels & Stories

He said in low voice for the sake of the new driver. “People change all the time, I’m capable of it too.” I took the day old newspaper that I had found in the car and pretended to be intrested at the news. “Yes Boss.” He said grudgingly when he realised that was the end of the conversation. The rest of the ride we did in silence. Ludo was already waiting for us when we arrived at the docks. His fat stomach protruding in the dense wind. “Montego.” He called out the minute I stepped out of the car. “You have no idea how happy I was when I received your call, I knew that you were a man made to make money.” He was talking at the top of his lungs competing with the raging wind.

"You can't get away, Quinn Norris!" "Give up and surrender! We'll consider giving you a quick death!" The black-robed martial artist in the lead was smiling sinisterly. He was a martial monarch called Rocky Lamb.

The look in his eyes makes me nervous but I remain still and quiet while I wait for him to start talking "Tony, about an hour ago Nathan, Daniel and Micky found a girl out in the forest. She claimed not to be a Rogue and she didn't smell like one either but she wouldn't tell them who she was. She would only speak to me so I came straight down here." I have no idea who it could be so I remain quiet and wait for him to explain more. The look on his face turns nervous as he takes in a deep breath and runs his free hand through his hair and I snap unable to bear the silence anymore. "Who is it, Nicky?" I feel my whole body tense up suddenly dreading his answer. "Tony, it's Ro-" Before he can fin

She spent a large portion of her life in Venom Fang and knows how a pack should be run. This is not a pack, this is a slow death. Rodrick is a dictator. Dick being the real word to describe him. “Venom Fang is nothing compared to the Solar Eclipse pack. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I’m sure Alpha Rodrick knows what he is doing in this situation. Why don’t you not stress yourself about it and go and relax.” I say to her, knowing what her idea of relaxation is. Bouncing on Rodrick and whoever else will have her.

“You already met Serge. He is also one of my generals.” I look at Serge, who gives me a nod. The man seems to be so quiet all the time. “And these are the rest of my generals—Rodrick, and then Archie, who is also my Beta.” The two men bow their heads. Rodrick is much older, with white hair and a scar across his face. I have to admit that even though they have smiles on their faces, they don't look happy at all. “Now tell me, how is it that you came to be in the enemy’s pack and how did you survive all these years?” Warrick asks, now sitting back in his chair.

“And they left this. Deliberately. Where a patrol would find it.” Torrhen took it. Read it. His face hardened. “What is it?” Brynn asked. He turned it so she could see. A single line, in an unfamiliar hand. She walked out of my gate. She won’t walk out of the next one. Enjoy your peace while it lasts. R. The threat was Rodrick’s. The patience behind it, the resources, the boldness of a broken man who should have been cowering, that was something else. That was the quiet money. The professional wolves. The name the scouts had caught in the dark.

Elias pointed at the far side of the plaza, where a heavy iron gate was locked tight for construction. "Hold on," Roderick said, his voice dropping into that terrifyingly calm tone he used before doing something insane. "Roderick, why are you accelerating? The fountain is right there. Roderick? The water! We’re going toward the water!" "Sparkle, maximum suspension height!" Roderick commanded. “Voice not recognized, but I like your initiative! Activating ‘Off-Road’ mode!”

The last thing I needed was to end up like the slave he’d thrown through a glass window earlier, just because they’d displeased him. “Anyway, let’s change the subject,” he said suddenly. “Do you know my name yet?” “Yes. I believe… you’re Ragnar,” I replied formally, forcing myself to stay composed even though every instinct in me was screaming to keep my distance. He laughed. “You’re right. I thought for a moment you didn’t know who I was. I’m the third among my half brothers… I’m an Alpha too, since I’m a son of the Alpha Lord, the old man Rodolfo. He was quite famous especially to women which is why he had four different mates. I guess I inherited that trait from him… because I’ve had seve

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

I'd have beaten the shit out of him to get him to tell me where I would find Callum. He smiled when he saw me. “Ezreal…Santa Nero,” he said pleasantly. “Rodrigo’s shadow in the flesh.” “Careful,” I replied, stopping a few paces away. “If I were you, I'd think twice before I say anything else.” His smile widened. “You do have his tongue.” “I have his empire,” I corrected. “You asked for a meeting. Speak. I don't have all day.” He chuckled, slow and amused. “Straight to business. Very Rodrigo of you.”