Santa Muerte Rules Novels & Stories

I did the same, swallowing the liquid to wet my throat. We walked forward until we were close enough to hear each other. Something began to feel off within me. Whether it was Mark’s agitation starting to fade or because I couldn’t sense him clearly anymore, I knew something was wrong. "According to the established rules," the elder said, "you cannot use external weapons, only the powers you possess." He began reading from the document. "As celestial creatures, you may use your wolves, any magic gifts from the goddess, and physical strength." He stepped back and looked at us. "The fight is to the death, gentlemen, and any sign of cheating will be considered a crime punishable by death."

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

He said as he came specifically to my front probably so I might not assume a technicality and that I did not hear the rules “There are three rules that you must adhere to during the challenge and the breaking of any of them would mean an automatic disqualification and forfeiture of the challenge. First rule; There is to be no full transformation into a werewolf anytime during the challenge as turning would be a breakage of the rules and an automatic disqualification, although it’s not against the rules to modify meaning that you could change any part of your body at any given time during the challenge but under no circumstance are you to make a full transformation.” He stoped and looked at m

“Some of you must’ve forgotten my rules. Let me remind you.” He swept the room with a cold, furious glare. “Rule number one: We do not hurt or exploit innocent women or children. I don’t care what the excuse is. There is no justification.” “Rule number two: You don’t raise a hand against or attack another Familia member without my or Mario’s direct approval. Ever.”

he whispered in my ear, “I am sorry, Mia, but this has to be done right fucking now.” I looked at him in confusion, not sure what he was talking about when he suddenly stood up, and helped me stand beside him as well. “I want you all to spread the word.” he said authoritatively, his eyes shining with determination, and anger, “whoever tries to harm even a fucking hair of my mate, they will be sentenced to death immediately by torture.” There were gasps of shock all around. It was a rule that if a murder attempt was made, the culprit was usually thrown out of the pack and branded as rogue. But sentence to death by torture… this was never a rule for anyone.

Because I was. The elder raised her hand. “The rules are plain,” she said. “You are allowed to knock out your opponent. You are not allowed to kill or grievously injure.” A murmur spread. Everyone knew that rule wasn’t old. It had been made for this. Alpha Ethan had made it for his son. He didn’t trust me not to tear Keiran apart once the wolves came out. And I didn’t blame him for being afraid. Because the truth was, if I stopped holding back, I could.

Santiago seemed pleased by my reaction. His voice softened by a fraction. “Rule one. You do not leave my sight without permission.” I laughed once, bitter and disbelieving. “Permission?” “Rule two. You do not speak to strange men who approach you. Not politely. Not defiantly. Not at all.” “Excuse me? You do not own me.” “After tonight?” His voice lowered. “Yes, I do.” My anger flared so sharply it almost stole my breath. “You’re insane.”

You do not stand for the values we represent; however, this is of course in an event that you would fail to comply a simple rule. It is also a duty to remind you that in Cinco, we have certain rules in terms of our Lycanthropy urgencies. It is still illegal to shift to your wolf counterpart, no matter the reason, since we would be far away and you will be the head of Cinco Maritime Operations Inc. at the Laguna branch, any news or information that we hear from your constituents will not only result to your immediate termination – it will also give us the full right of doing what the Law of Cinco orders us to do.

It was stupid but we’d been rolling the dies for hours and each of us had accrued some debt. Normally, it would make more sense if we had to pay the person who made the sixes but Thea had made up the rules and thought it’d be more fun. Charlie on the other hand had forgotten the rules of the game because she was so f*cking wasted. “Oh My God. My tummy hurts.” My temples were wet with tears. Everything felt right again. “Since I’m the only one who isn’t drunk right now, I’ll calculate our debts.” I picked up the board where I’d recorded everything.

This is quite interesting, at least it explains why Sebastian, another cousin of Niko's has a different last name. “It is not in the mafia rules, it’s in the Salvatore family rules, each family has their own set of rules, a way to govern their families and listing traditions and obligations, duties and the like” Say what now...? I scratch my head, “It’s just new things with this family every day isn’t it?” I say with a wide smile that I don’t mean taking back my daughter. Tommy pokes my cheek with his index finger “You don’t know the half of it, I was born here and I still learn new rules every other day” We share a look and laugh before looking away.