Santa Muerte Rules Romane & Geschichten

The MC raised his hands, apparently he had more to say, but the crowd was beyond control now. “Enough!” His voice cracked like thunder, bringing slight order to the chaos that was happening. “The old code is hereby abolished. The matches shall be fought under the following rules: defeat, not death, shall mark the end. Victory shall come only when the opponent can no longer rise.” More gasps and snarls, followed his announcement. Some Wolves were now on their feet, arguing. But he wasn’t done. “Second rule,” he continued, reading from the scroll. “The arena is bound. No wolf may leave the ring once entered. Flight equals forfeit.”

She wanted at this fucker now. “Again, one rule, no killing. Winner will be whoever can get the other to submit or tap out or a knockout. Understood?!” Koda and I locked eyes and just nodded. “Everybody back up!” Jax hollered while pushing people back. “On my word then. Ready…set…GO!”

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.

I assured him. “You’re cute when you're cocky.” “Now for the rules.” Moxdea announced. “No object may be taken in violence against the creature. They must willingly give them to you.” “So I can’t kill the minotaur and rip the nose ring out?” Cedric clarified. “No. And if any harm comes to the creatures, you will lose the challenge.” “Fuck, I already hate this.” Cedric muttered. “The next rule, you may not bring harm to your opponent or deter their journey. You must win fairly.”

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

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.

This world’s rules are probably much more complicated than the empire's, don’t you think? Smiley could smell her bullshit miles away. “Do you have any idea how to counter them?” (Well… if you are in Rome, do as the Romans do. Do we know about this place’s rules?) She hinted something to Smiley which received a heartfelt laugh from him. “I, in fact, did learn about this world. Usually, immunity is given to the landlord to the slaughterer. As long as they are on the same side, the slaughterer can slaughter anyone they desire and bury it inside the landlord's land.”