Rufus Characters Novels & Stories

I’d been there from the beginning. They started as strangers. Alan, all sharp edges and silence. Amaya, all quiet fire and careful strength. Two people orbiting each other. But now? Now they were curled on a couch, legs tangled, looking up rental prices for a bigger space to share. Their space. Their future. And me, sprawled in the middle of it like I owned the place. Because I do. I’m Rufio. Son of Zeus and Tinkerbell. Certified Good Boy. Protector of Parks. Champion of Pancakes. And the four-legged glue that kept my humans alive long enough to fall in love.

Rufus's gaze followed the latter as he yanked his fangs into his flesh, hungrily sucking every blood that flowed into his mouth. Rufus was still dumbstruck that he didn't realise that his strength was now draining out from the Wolfman's intense sucking. All that he was thinking about at that moment was Lord Ray. He tried to picture how Lord Ray would surely go berserk if he heard that it was his Cousin that had killed his sister. He wasn't sure though. Wait a minute, he needed evidence because Jasper always has several routes of escape when he is caught in one offence. Rufus has made up his mind to search for evidence that would back him up. He wouldn't let Jasper escape this time around bec

"Bring it on. You think I'm scared of you?" Rufus sneered, "Kid, you clearly don't know who you're dealing with. I was a special forces soldier, and I come from the Haywood family. You're way out of your leag—" Before he could finish the word, Andrew's fist rocketed straight for his face. Rufus grinned and lifted his arm to block, but in the next second, his entire arm snapped with a sickening crunch. It was like getting hit by a freight train. His face twisted in horror, not even having time to scream before Andrew sent him flying through the cement wall in the hallway. He crashed to the ground, coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, and blacked out instantly.

I just hope that it lasts until we find a solution. As the evening progresses, I become more comfortable with Rafael. He’s a Little broody, but in a sweet way that tells me, he’s coming out of his shell. Michael seems more preoccupied, which I think might have more to do with his worry for his mate. Lucifer is, well, he’s Lucifer. Unlike the others, he’s slumped on a chair, turning pages without a care as he caresses his other across my shoulder. My body heats as I take in his sinewy frame carelessly strewn across the cushioned chair.

Rufus said and rubbed his neck nervously. Aldophus glared at the plump man with bald head, "and you told him the truth?" Aldophus' cold aura suddenly swallowed Rufus who was fidgeting. "I only told him I believe this wolf still exists. I'm not at fault Adolphus, I told him to ask you about your pack but he wanted me to say it," Rufus was a half vampire werewolf. During when he was born many creatures roamed the earth so he became a mixed breed.

He knew that it was pointless to count on his useless son, who was not only useless but also selfish to the core. Rufus knew that he didn’t have any more dices up his sleeve. Although he had been pretending to be an old man who lost his soul, in secret, he had been trying to contact his old friend, his benefactor from all those years ago. No matter how or which number he tried, they all came back with the same answer, silence. At this point in life, as things stood now, there was no one other than this son that he could rely on.

Luke's voice that sounded like and animal that was being slaughtered was the only sound in the room. So much for being all brave five minutes ago. “Shut up, and stop embarrassing me” His father growled at him, shutting him up with a glare. Before he turned to andrian father. “Rufus, we are on the same page right?” he asked as if he was trying to confirm something. I stared at the man called Rufus. He was tall, very tall that he should tower over 6 on the foot scale. He had a fierce tattoo etched on his neck. The letter “RUFUS” was written round his neck. Giving him a mafia boss aura.

He lounged in it with one leg stretched out, posture relaxed, every bit the trusted second-in-command who had earned the right to sit close without fear. No one else in this hall or in this whole kingdom would ever dare to sit so casually. But Rufus wasn’t “everyone else.” He was my Beta. My best friend. My balance. He earned the right to talk or sit as he wanted, but then he knew when to get into character, when to give his respect, even when I asked him not to bother a lot of times. “The whole kingdom is in chaos,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Confusion, rumors, dramatic speculations, your people are losing their minds, Ryder.”

His face was masked. The thought from the last night lingered in my mind, nagging me. I kept my gaze out of the window as we drove away. "Evara, you can open up to me about anything." Russo said, taking hold of my hand. He squeezed my fingers softly. "I know. I don't want you to lie to me like my family does. They never share anything with me. Catrin is murdered like Dariel. It wasn't merely an accident. The picture is bigger than my imagination." My throat tightened, I fought back tears.

Asked Rufus, in total confusion, he couldn't care less of what the Queen and the prince had become. "Don't your parents taught you nothing?" Flavius was staring at him, with disapproval on his look, for the lack of knowledge. "I was left to die by my mother she didn't care to raise me so why would she care to teach me anything about werewolves or vampires or even lycans? I was raised by a couple of humans who found me and took pity on me!" Rufus snapped with indignation giving him a red color, but he was struggling to keep in control of his wrath.