Rodrick Novels & Stories

CASSANDRA POV "Mom, please don't make me go," I whined, slowly getting up from my bed. Unfortunately, today was the day of my engagement which I was not looking forward to, considering I'm engaged to the one and only Alessandro Russo. Alessandro and I met a couple of years back and from what I saw, he was extremely ruthless and quite insane. However, since my father passed away, I had to get married to secure a male leader for our mafia - a worthy successor.

"Oh, you don't mind, Quinn?" With eyes closed, Quinn shook his head slowly. Rodrig pulled a black hanky from his pocket and wiped the blade sparkle clean before the blade retreated in speed, disappearing back into the cane like it was never there. "I don't play with people messing my market up." He blew at the tip of his stick and I could see the carved designs on it now. My eyes couldn't help dropping upon the body soaked in blood. "He forgot! He forgot! I mean can you believe that?" He asked with a loud cackle that no one else joined him in.

No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now. I gulp, goosebumps rising on my skin. Why is he standing up for me? More importantly, what could he want from me? "Does anyone else have an objection?" He asks casually. Alpha Xander steps back, his eyes wary. "What the hell are you?" The stranger grins, the angle of the sunset lighting a part of his face, making his grin look sinister. "I go by many names. But you can call me Ragnar Thorne." Alpha Xander stiffens, his fa

On the other side of things, Capri had a bit of a distraction. Her ex-mother in-law was fired from her job as a clergy assistant for fucking a client in her bosses office. Dexter was a good gossip he knew everything and anything. He was like the damn cops. Honestly, better than the cops, they should just employ him. He was also no other than Roxy’s best friend aka Taurus sister. They weren’t too close these days apparently because he talked nothing but trash about her. Apparently, he got the tea straight out the kettle.

He must've been someone important because she could already tell he was someone powerful. "Pardon me, I did not introduce myself. My name is Rimidal V. Bram. As you have already discovered, I am the man that made Rodrick into who he is now," Rimidal introduced himself. Charlotte lifted her eyes for a moment up to him and caught him returning to his full height from a bow. When he caught her looking at him again, he smiled at her and forced her stare back down at her plate. She had never heard of a vampire by that name. But if he was the vampire who turned Lord Hunt, then there was no doubt that he had to be much older than Lord Hunt. Which would explain why he

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

“Five! And your brilliant plan was not to inform me?” “With all due respect, my King, I thought we could handle it internally. I didn’t want to alarm—” “Alarm?” Alaric let out a dry laugh devoid of humor. “You have demons attacking your territory, five corpses in less than a week, and your concern was not alarming me?” This Rodrigo was the alpha of the North Coast pack. A broad man with graying hair and a square jaw who, under normal circumstances, would have intimidated anyone. But in front of Alaric, he looked like a scolded pup.

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.”

Draco traded a flustered glance with Alfos before turning their gazes back to Rodrik. “Could you speak in simple, straightforward terms?” Draco pressed. Rodrik gave a sharp nod. It was a wonder his neck didn’t break in the process. “May the Creator be blessed, my lord,” Rodrik rattled, brown teeth flashing in Draco’s face. “My lord, Edrand Thraegastis Rahl, is your second chance mate…” Draco’s grip on Rodrik’s biceps loosened. He stepped back, shocked. The males in the room slipped into shock and gasps. TBC.

“Because you’re stepping into something that will swallow you whole. This whole thing that you think you’re doing good for yourself, you are not. You are going to end up harming yourself more than you know.” Her brows drew together. “What are you talking about?” “There’s a man,” I said. “A wolf who goes by Lorenzo. At least, that was the last name I was given. He came to ‘help’ me once. Said he wanted to guide wolves like me, those pushed from their packs, those wrongfully named traitors.” I scoffed. “Turned out he was the real traitor.” Her breath hitched. “Lorenzo… D’Amaris?”