Rudeus Novels & Stories

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

I roll and land on my feet, snarling as I face him. “You’re gonna regret this, Osiris,” Darius spits, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. He wipes it away with the back of his hand, eyes blazing with crimson fury. His wolf is close to the surface, his pupils blown wide as he gets to his feet. “Big talk for a piece of shit who just got slammed into the dirt,” I growl, pacing to the side, ready to strike again. Darius snarls, his lips curling back to reveal his sharp canines. His strength is undeniable. The bastard’s an Alpha, after all, and there’s raw power thrumming through his veins.

the bully asked, scrolling through their phone and quickly finding the video of what had happened to the others outside. “Shit, Arie—Ariella, I am sorry; I didn't mean to do all of that. I was just trying to get some attention and—” "How do you accomplish that by insulting others?" Klara interrupted. "I am sorry, please spare me; I do not want my family to be hurt, and I will never—” "Wait, are we talking about Luis, the ruthless Deluca?" another asked while the other responded, “Yes." "Oh my goodness, laughing was also a crime," they said, rushing to kneel before me, and before I knew it, everyone who had laughed was on their knees.

"Paula, I want you to take me with you when your new life begins. I want to be part of your revenge.” “What?” "Just as you heard it, I want to be part of your revenge, I want us to be two against one because they, those people who are on your blacklist too, some of them owe me a debt. My name is Maximilian Montenegro or Maximilian Vital, as you prefer.”

"Generate. Bleed. Serve the Canopy." Participant 61 didn't walk into the arena; he erupted into it. He was a massive, heavily scarred riveter from the deep kinetic forges. The Red Rust had completely consumed his nervous system. His aura, viewed through Marcus's Chrome Diamond pupils, was a terrifying, jagged storm of toxic crimson spikes. His eyes were entirely black, dilated with sheer, psychotic agony. He was no longer a man; he was a vessel of pressurized, violent kinetic sickness desperately trying to explode.

Public humiliation is the weapon of a desperate coward who knows he has already lost the war. Desmond leaned closer to the blinding camera flashes while letting a cruel smirk twist his handsome features into something truly monstrous. He stared down at Maren with venomous satisfaction shining in his eyes and prepared to deliver his rehearsed insult to the waiting press.

The speaker filled with the sound of his dark laughter once more. Russo grabbed Vene’s phone and hurled it away. It hit the wall hard and shattered across the floor. He turned, his gaze locking with Alessio's grey eyes. Their shared wrath was a perfect match, as was their burning determination to kill Jeonah in the most barbaric way possible. In unison, they drew their weapons, their knuckles turning stark white against the grips. Violent sobs suddenly echoed through the room. "M-my bab-y! My Ara! My sister!" Eleanor wept, tears blurring her vision as her chest tightened painfully.

Violet POV The smell of blood hit me the moment we stepped into the warehouse, but I refused to give Aleksei the satisfaction of seeing me cover my nose. Stepping over a pool of dark drying blood, I caught the sight of the shooter hanging from a pole. He looked like he was only a few hours away from death, if someone didn’t get him to a hospital soon. Gerald lifted his bruised face the moment we walked in , a horrific swollen grin stretching across his split lips “ Oh! You finally brought her, Carmene.” He spat blood on the concrete.

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

"Ahh, can't find the perfect words to tell her our story?" Lucien's hands formed into fists. The rage in his eyes shows how much he wants to attack Luther. But Lucien still has enough strength to stop himself from doing drastic action. With a deep breath, he closes his eyes. When he opens them, the darkness is still there. "Talk! Rogue!" he exclaims. His words got me bewildered. Luther is a rogue? How come? Luther laughs with menace. "That's right, I'm a rogue, and I'm also one of the causes of the havoc in other lands," he admitted.