Rodrick Rules Novels & Stories

Ricardo said, mirroring Roxy's smirk, making hers drop. " Great! Let's go then and first rule of many rules, Loyalty is a must and if you are not Loyal then you are to be kicked out and kicked out on our terms taking out a leg or an Arm." Rob said, three of them leaving the diner and walking towards a bar where they were meeting someone for a deal. Rob and Roxy hadn't informed Ricardo about the deal as they wanted to catch him off guard and check his ability and Loyalty. Once the three of them entered the bar, Rob guided them towards a table in the far corner where a man was sitting drinking from his glass and looking at everyone like they were a nuisance.

“Callum and the former Don—they were friends. They fought over a woman once and that was the first crack in their relationship. The second was the title of Santa Nero. Both were equally powerful but only the late Don had what it took.” I knew the story. Rodrigo had told me about it before. I thought about it and then it all clicked. I turned to look at Vincent, seeing the understanding in his eyes that I had figured it out. “He's baiting me. He wants to see if the man Rodrigo chose is worth the position.” I said and Vincent nodded. I relaxed into the chair. “Well, it's not the first time someone has doubted my rule. I just have to remind him that I don't give a damn about their rules or what

“I knew you wouldn’t come empty-handed.” “And you should also know that I won’t leave my seat empty.” He tapped the floor with his cane and ordered, “State your conditions.” I met every eye in the room. “First, the port remains under my direct control. Second, everyone left from Drake’s operation will be re-evaluated. Third, from today on, finance, security, and warehousing must be separate. No one person holds everything. Fourth–” I paused, glancing at the old man who’d advised me to go home earlier.

“Five more nights. Then no more trraps, no more boxes, no more cold floors. Just you, in my arms, in our bed, and a truly unreasonable amount of time to make up for.” “You keep promising me indecent things,” she sent, the frightened laugh finally rising, breaking the fear. “I keep meaning every word,” he answered. “Five days, Brynn. Walk to me. I'll handle everything after.” She slept, finally, the terror burned off, five days from a gate that opened outward. But Rodrick's last words stayed with her, lodged like a splinter. “You walk out into a war. The council's rules don't reach the battlefield.“

“This is about the pack. You’re destroying it.” Rowland kicked him off and threw another punch that hit Kendrick’s cheek. Blood appeared at the corner of Kendrick’s mouth. He wiped it with the back of his hand and stepped forward again, stronger this time. “You can’t lead through fear,” Kendrick said. “You’ll end up ruling over ruins.” “I’d rather rule ruins than bow to you,” Rowland spat. Kendrick didn’t answer. He moved fast, grabbed Rowland’s collar, and threw him to the ground. Rowland groaned, rolling over, but Kendrick didn’t give him a chance to get up. He pinned him down with his knee and glared at him.

"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.

The growl from beside me made me yelp and refocus my gaze on the floor, a clear and harsh warning that we had barely begun, and I had already disobeyed my master. “I apricate your fierce loyalty to me Victoria, and I would never believe the Astaroth family of outright treason. But Vincent has denounced his family name and the power that came with it, he has taken my mark and his loyalties lie with me. So, any act against him, is one against me.” The Prince’s voice was loud and emanated power, leaving no room for discussion. His word was law. “Very well.” The Female that I could name but not give a face to growled but accepted the words of her prince as she must.

The PRD-class step on the RTH-class’s axe then launched to Varniant type. “Take this!” said the PRD-class. He attacked the Varniant’s head with his sword, but the skull was too hard and broke his sword while successfully makes Varniant flight lower. “It’s our chance!” said the SLT-class. “Oh yeah!” said the ENV-class. Both of them jump to the air and cut off the Varniant’s wings. “Are you ok, capt?” said the RTH-class. “Yeah, I just broke my weapon.” Said the PRD-class.

“Make sure you do not miss anything in all that I am doing so whoever wants to defy me will know what awaits them when I get my hands on them!” “Yes, Supremo!” the man answered. “That is right!” I said, confidently. “I am the new Supremo, whether you like it or not, I am here to rule over everything that was passed down to me by the former Supremo. No one is allowed to move without my consent. No one is allowed to live and die without my consent! Because anyone who dares to do such foolishness will suffer more than this!” “Agggh! Fuck you!” Walter groaned in pain as I aimed and shot right into his left arm’s funny bone.

HUNT "If you want to be a leader, you can't make stupid decisions and mistakes. Love isn't what makes you a stronger Alpha for the pack, nor does mercy. Toughen up or get out of my pack," my father said, walking around my room. I remembered him killing one of the rogues earlier. The image haunted my mind as he drove his dagger into the rogue's neck and dark blood split from the open wound.