Rodrick Rules Novels & Stories

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.

Higher ranked, and not through their skilled battle fighting, but just because they all enjoyed Edric’s antics and being in his favour. “I stand here today, no longer your princess, but now as your queen.” I stated with a strong sense of command. “The rule of Edric the III is now over and the crown will now stand with me. If you show me loyalty in the right manner, then I too will show you the same. However, I know there are some among you that embellished in Edric’s unlawful rule. To those I can promise you this... those things to which you have become so accustomed will not exist anymore! Let that be known. You can all resume to your homes, but if I sense any act of treason or resistance a

Ken was still present, and I covered my face, closing my eyes in mortification. "Pet," Romario growled in my ear, making me open my eyes. "I need you to remember a few rules for this party." He spoke seriously, and I sat up straight to listen. "First, don't drink anything offered to you." Easy enough, since I didn't drink alcohol anyway. "Second, don't speak unless asked a question, and be polite and respectful." I nodded, understanding. "Most importantly, don't leave my sight. I'll punish you if you break any of these rules, understand?" He pecked my lips, and I replied, "Yes, Master."

"How about you let go of eighty-five percent of your rules and be less of a rigid wolf scout, wolf scout?" I shake my head in disagreement. Those rules are a reflection of how I currently live my life. "This is my damn life, Lennox." He looks serious as he responds, "And you need to make space for me. We can find a way to navigate together, but not if you restrain me even before the game begins." I honestly believe he dislikes being confined by strict rules that he didn't create himself. "Rodney followed those rules." "To his own detriment," he says bluntly. "You have a habit of speeding. I should be the one driving."

I subconsciously rushed to the door, my hand already gripping the cold doorknob. I was already running the rescue procedures in my head. I could break down that door in 15 seconds as long as I used my breaching tools. I was just about to turn the doorknob when I recalled Mom's wailing from the phone call, condemning me for being a disgrace to the family. I also remembered the image of the formal reprimand notice vividly, along with Tanya's message in the group chat about teaching a lesson to those who abused their power through their positions.

Both men freeze. My heart hammers, but I don’t stop. I take another step, then another, until I stand directly before the Alpha of Black Hollow. I can smell his wolf now—old, strong, prideful. “State your challenge,” I say. Roderic studies me, searching for weakness. “By ancient right,” he says slowly, “I refuse to kneel to a Crown untested. I claim the right of refusal.” The words hit like a dropped stone. Blake exhales quietly. “Bold.”

2 ~ Rules Can Be Dirty. ADRIAN’s POV “Rule one: you're not allowed to leave my sight.” He huffs, flexing his arms over the steering. “Rule two: If by any chance you need to be alone, you have to ask for permission.” That has me snorting. He throws me a glare, I roll my eyes. “Rule three: you'll listen to me or I'll make you.” Now that has my lips curling into a curious smirk.

That's when we made the three rules. Rule One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Rule Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Rule Three: Never fall in love with each other and never confess such. We were eight years old and we thought we were so smart making rules that would keep our friendship safe forever. But the thing is no rule can protect you from the inevitable so I ended up breaking two of them.

He eagerly asked. “No one else knows this, and it will remain that way. If you think of telling a single person about this, I'll rip your tongue out of your body and make you watch as I feed it your mother.” Nia said menacingly. He stared at her, his face covered with sweat. “Alright, there will be no ripping of tongues of feeding it to anyone. I assume you are not planning on doing something stupid, right?” I asked Rodrick. He nodded slightly, “Of course, it's not like I can do anything anyways. I didn't prepare for anything like this to happen.”

I retorted, glancing sideways at him. "Someday, you're going to break your own rules, too. Mark my words, Andriette," he said, meeting my gaze directly. I looked away. "Never going to happen." "You can't be so sure," he stated, shoving his hands into his pockets. "You're really weird," I mumbled. He chuckled, glancing back at me. "So are you." I shook my head. "I don't even know why I agreed to this deal. It's so boring. Having Claude as an enemy is just annoying."