Romans & histoires Rufus Characters

“The present chief Merchant has been relenting in his job. Thus, the weapons aren’t enough no more. Neither are the vampire youngsters encouraged to train like it was done in the past—” “Hey! You need a new chief merchant, don’t you?” Rufus stepped down from his position, with his boots clicking the floor dramatically. He stopped for a bit, only to release a bit of gas from his butts gently putting his coat back in place. Terror occupied the eyes of everyone in the room, at this display. Prince Rufus’ escort immediately rushed towards him, whispering, “My Prince, what are you doing? Go back to your seat and exhibit the morals you were taught-“

Did he miss something while he was in Feriplo? “What’s going on Luc?” He asked curiously and Lucas told everything that Ralph did to lure them into the Rose plaza. Ralph looked at the men in front of him who again ignored his presence and continued their talk as if they didn’t hear his command. Are they even willing to obey him? From the looks of it, they didn’t seem to respect his decisions anymore. He sat back on the sofa with poker face, his eyes shooting daggers at the narrating Lucas and the keen listener Ric whose expressions danced from time to time. It is really happening. Isn’t it? Does he have to take care of kids again?

Then, with a crooked grin, “Try not to burn the base down while I’m gone.” He left, threading through the working crews like he’d always been made to slip between lines. I watched him go, then turned back to the yard. Cleanup dragged on. Men worked with that grim, empty focus found after too much death. Rufus passed among the soldiers, laughing, shaking hands, and telling stories as if this were some grand success and not a near collapse. He slipped into conversations, adding just enough charm to make people forget who’d pushed Lucian into power in the first place. His eyes didn’t match his smile; they gleamed with calculation, cold and endless.

Next to her, a little boy, her kid, was pointing and laughing at the pathetic, drowning woman on the roadside. Seraphina, the missing "White Moonlight" Rhys had been obsessed with for five years, came waltzing back three months ago, claiming some lower Alpha had kidnapped her. She told Rhys a sob story about being abused and trapped, and he bought every single fucking lie. Now, he treats her like a saint, an injured bird he needs to constantly protect. Rhys didn't even slow down. His face, visible for a second behind the driver's window, was impassive, focused only on the road ahead. He drove right past his injured Mate, the mother of his true heir.

Asher crouched in front of him, like a shadow ready to strike. “Rufus,” he said, voice low. “a woman was discovered in your dungeons… tell me, what did you do to her?” Rufus’s voice trembled. “I… I don’t know what you mean. You… you wouldn’t care about such things.” “Answer me!” Asher snapped, his voice cutting through the quiet, Every head flinched under the sheer force. “She… she was nothing,” Rufus stammered, panic rising. “A lesson… I was only teaching her a lesson....”

Rufus said with a black face, "Chief, you better hope that we are getting out of this unscathed. Otherwise, you won't like the outcome." The Chief chuckled, "Are you threatening me?" "No." Rufus replied, "I am just stating a fact." I was happy to see my enemies fighting amongst each other. Rufus had been like a bootlicker in the past few minutes. It felt like he was willing to pick the dirt under Chief Stone's shoes like the Chief was a deity. It is a wonder that he can change this much. It felt surreal. He showed his true colors as soon as danger arose.

Rufus tried to right it, to stand it up on its base but Lucius refused, falling to the side again. “Fools,” Rufus said to the absent Romans. “You’ve missed the point as always.” He walked over to the General’s counter and saw a cup away from the rest of his personal articles. He raised it, sniffed, and his face soured at the scent of stale wine. Rufus reached out and picked up the decanter nearby and shook it about. He opened the container and took a careful swig of the fresher wine. He nodded, and drank some more. Rufus turned, walked over to the head, and poured the rest of the wine over Lucius’ face. “Silly Romans, they are so damned blind. You can’t see what I did for you all? I brought

"Don't think you can deceive me by finding some pretty boy to play along with you. You can't fool me." Rufus's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he turned to Selena. Rufus little boy? He sure doesn't know that the young man he just fought with was the mysterious Alpha of nightfall pack. The young and strong Alpha which no one has saw his face aside from his family, Beta, warriors and guards. Rufus eyebrows were tightened, and there was a hint of coldness in his dark eyes. He didn't react at all to Williams calling him small boy, and didn't even bother to give him a look. Instead, he took the handbag Selena was carrying and said in a low voice. "Let's go."

I wanted to join in on the fight; my wolf was aching to be released, but then I heard Rufus’s voice amidst the gunshots and ripping of flesh. “No! You and Xander go in and get Rosaline. I will deal with these bitches,” Rufus said, and the grin he had on his face was all I needed to know that he would be fine. I watched with amazement as he released ten bullets into the skulls of ten men in seconds. He dropped the gun like it was nothing before switching into his wolf and ripping through the flesh of the others.

"Maybe just a pinch of flattery. But in all seriousness, Isabella, I genuinely believe we could make a formidable team. Our... imperfections complement each other quite well." I arched my eyebrow, curiosity piqued despite my better judgment. "Oh really? Do enlighten me." As we stepped into the main house, Rufus casually leaned against the doorframe, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on mine. "You're the impulsive spark that often jumps headfirst into chaos, while I tend to be more methodical, weighing the odds and strategizing. You bring passion to the table, but I prefer to approach things with a cooler head. Together, we might just stabilize the wild ride."