Rodrick Rules Novels & Stories

That's the rule. Rodrick has been slowly maturing, doing amazing work around the clan and helping everyone. Two weeks ago, he finished his community service and is officially a free member of our clan. Now he's been doing the same kind of work he did during his service, but now he’s being getting paid... and trying to spend what he earns on me, although I won't let him. I've been forcing him to save, just like Andrew. And before I know it, months have passed. The vote for the mayor of the clan will be announced in just days and my little sister popped out a baby this morning.

Rodrick growled out. "MACY!" "MACY?!" Everyone growled out. Caine and I nodded in confirmation. "GATHER ALL THE FIGHTERS. THIS MEANS WAR!" Rodrick stood up, with his gold eyes and his claws out, ready to wage war. "Calm down Rick!" Cindy jumped after him, holding him down. "We don't have any proof so we can't declare a pack war. Just sit down." "But—" "Sit." Begrudgingly, he sat.

“Then let’s get you out of these woods. My boat’s about three hours from here, in Human Town. No packs, no elders, no destiny. Just the ocean.” “Just like that?” I asked, glancing back at the mountains where the pub sat. “They’re going to be furious. This is basically a declaration of war, isn’t it? You’re taking their Luna. You're starting a fire you might not be able to put out.”” Roderick climbed in and started the engine. It purred, smooth and quiet. “Let them be furious. Anger’s a wolf’s problem. They’ve been angry long enough. Right now, you need to remember who Rahab really is, not just a Luna-in-waiting.”

We both did what we were bred for: to move where others could not, to make the hard arithmetic of blood and consequence. Roderick sat on the cold floor, shoulders hunched, the same small swagger he had worn on the day he’d first been braided into this mess. “So,” he said when he saw me, voice thin with a coward’s bravado. “You come to finish me like a dog, Alpha? Save yourself the trouble. You’ll only make the ledger grow fatter.”

"They took everything. My estate. My name. My empire. You want me to just forget all that?" "No," he said. "I want you to take it back. And for that, you need more than bullets. You need a long game. You need allies. You need patience." He wasn’t wrong. I hated it. "Rodger has taken over your territory in the U.S.," he continued. "He’s declared himself the new Don." I laughed bitterly. "Rodger was always a snake. I should have slit his throat when I had the chance." "Now’s your second chance. But it won’t come easy. He’s got your men. Your money. Even some of your businesses."

“If you want me to accept you as my stepsister, then there’s only one thing you need to do.” I looked at him carefully while he was looking at me as well. I wonder if he’s being sincere with his conditions. I don’t seem to trust him anymore after the way he lied and pretended that we’re fine with each other. “What is it?” I asked. “You need to follow all my rules,” he replied. “And how many rules do you have?” He stopped poking my head before showing me his five fingers. “Rule 5: Stay away from my personal businesses…” “Whoa… who gives a set of rules counting backward?” I commented.

What if I fail when I’m actually trying? And Yohan even suggesting to shift even though ravages aren’t allowed to? The only ones with permission from the laws of Cinco are men in the security forces. Common folk aren’t permitted to do so. Eyeing him, I start thinking if he’s one of those people that disregards every single rule the government does for peace and order. There are some rules and mandates that need further attention but not everything the government does is bad. Yohan shrugs after I don’t reply. “It was just a suggestion, you don't have to do it.”

As Jon, Justin and I were talking with Lord Rodrick he had no clue what we were doing. “Lord Rodrick, are you ready to tell us what you know?” Jon asked “Not till I know that it will stay between us and not be used against me later on. It wasn’t easy getting this information and it might not have been legal the way I got it. I know how the council feels about that and yes I understand I broke our rules. It was necessary, I am sure you.” Rodrick replied “You say it was necessary, but was it really since you want us to take your word for it.I can’t promise you anything since I don’t know what it is you think you know.” Jon said

I injected a bit of casualty in my words nothing I said sounded funny to them, for whatever reason. “That is beside the point I am trying to make Micheal. Rogues are not allowed in this pack, with an Alpha or not, this rule stands and not even you have the power to go against it” he proclaimed and I nodded in agreement. He was correct, I have no right to go against the rule but I do have the right to change it.

“You bloody swear to play by the rules and that you’ll not harm a single hair on her head! Because if anything happens to her, I’ll end you without pause.” Roland lowers his head next to mine, chuckling darkly. “Cross my heart and hope to die or stick a needle in my eye.” Roland taunts, smoothing his accent. Pulling my hood away from the side of my head, the wild man's lips brush along the curve of my ear. His hot, liquor-tainted breath fans over my face in stark contrast to the surrounding frigid, damp air and icy rain. “Here’s the rules of the game ye wee sly lass. It’ll do ye well to listen. Ye’ll get a five-minute head start before we come looking for you in these woods.”