Santa Muerte Rules Novels & Stories

I commented. Eun-woo ignored me as he continued, “Rule 4: Don’t approach me just because you wanted to; Rule 3: Don’t try to talk to me if it’s not something educational-related; Rule 2: Don’t act as you know me personally; And most importantly, Rule 1: Never let anyone we’re step-siblings no matter what.” “Whoa… look who’s talking,” I mocked him. “Aren’t you the one doing as you pleased between the two of us?”

- I added. “Aren’t you afraid that our daughter might die? The rule of the underground world says that the two immortals who will enter the battleground must obey the rules, and the strongest shall remain and the defeated must die. What if Luna finds someone much stronger than her and kills her.” - I can sense the fear in Ingrid’s voice but I shook my head to calm her.

He nodded, "Thank you. Now, I want you all to follow certain rules." He glanced at everyone's serious posture before continuing, "As you know that Humans do not know that we or any other Supernatural being exists. Therefore, no one will do any kind of thing which might threaten our exposure to the world of Humans. If your wolf needs a run, then take permission from your mentor before doing so. If I see your wolf anywhere near the vicinity of this Castle, then you will be expelled. Next, I will not allow any of you to treat any human unacceptably. If I hear any complaint against any of you from a Human student, trust me you'd wish that you didn't exist. I won't spare anyone Alpha or Beta or G

But this idiot wants to take my table. “Mike, what is the consequence of your action, and what does rule 7 say about what you have done?” I asked, with my feet kicking his chin and leaving him lying on the floor. “He that tries to take the devil's business must die by choice or die by force. Death is the reward for betrayal,” Mike said, sobbing like a baby. “You know the consequences of your actions and you chose to carry on with it. You remember every bit of my commandments and you chose to break them.” I yelled, with a smirked expression.

Before I could respond, headlights swept across the front windows. Silence immediately filled the room. My father straightened. My mother smoothed her hair. And somehow my own pulse became deafening. A car door shut outside. Then another. The front gate clicked softly in the distance. For one insane second, I actually considered running. The knock came three beats later. My father practically rushed to open it. Cold winter air flooded the foyer first. “Merry Christmas,” he said warmly as he stepped inside, snow melting slowly from the shoulders of his dark coat.

Taskmasters are the group of people who call for the assignments or tasks of each assassin in the association. They are the only ones with authorization to do so and know every phone number of every assassin. “This is your last assignment to approve your resignation. Your assignment is a woman. 24 years old, dangerous because he is an ex-assassin of The association. She killed a Council member so it has to be done no matter what. You will get paid 30 million. Are all the details given by your client clear, assassin?” Answered a deep voice across the line.

Why did he keep pointing that thing at her? “You stay over there.” “Why? You’ll enjoy what I do, they always do. You can do whatever you wish if you want.” She said mechanically. He jumped back because she came forward rather quickly. “I said no, I don’t care if we have a contract, don’t touch me.” Hel felt shocked, he didn’t want her to touch him? He was… denying her? Was something wrong with him? Because this was not how this situation ever went for her. Normally they just bedded her if she came on to them and she fed. Or if they were shocked at her appearance they got over that quick, and still bedded her. She’d need to take from him, part of the binding contract, a connection they needed

I gaped at him“That’s just ridiculous” He shrugs “I don’t make the rules, you need to know that these people will do anything to get ahead, to get power” “But you should be able to change the rules in some cases” I now know that if a boss dies without a male heir, if there is a female child she marries the closest cousin to birth the next boss. “What happens if there is no heir, at all?”

"Yeah sure let's have a trial, let's sit around TALKING while more people sell them out." "There has to be rules, there has to be—" Elira's voice got smaller. "There's ONE rule." Serna moved closer. "Nobody touches them, nobody sells them, nobody does ANYTHING that puts them at risk." "And if they do?" Elira whispered it. "Then they die." Serna said it simple. "Fast if I'm feeling nice, slow if I'm not." Elira stared at her for a long moment. Then nodded once, turned and left without another word.

"Do you accept?" The void contracted, constricting, and suddenly flashes of Valentina's final moments crashed through me-her terror, her prayers, her thoughts of her twin daughters. "The children," I gasped. "Valentina's daughters." "Will become yours to protect." Santa Muerte produced an obsidian dagger, its blade glowing with ancient symbols. "Each kill must be marked with my symbol. Seven souls who orchestrated your death. Seven chances for vengeance." "Or love?" I reached out and stroked the dagger's handle, its power humming.