Santa Muerte Rules Novels & Stories

They all didn't believe her and this was what Aleka expected "Are you saying that you defaulted in controlling your wolf who caused such amount of destruction?" "Yes,sir" "Well ,then miss Aleka you must have followed code rule 118 which clearly says that if at any point of life you feel that your wolf is overpowering you ,you are required to come to us elders directly so that your wolf can be subdued" "Didn't you thought of approaching us before?" "No Sir,I didn't wanted to subdue my wolf" "Miss Aleka breaking rule 118 is punishable with death ,you are aware of this right?"

Before he can speak, Zoe fixes him with a steely glare and declares, “I need an abortion.” His brows knit together, his face tightening in discomfort. “Miss, I’m afraid we don’t perform abortions here,” he says cautiously, his hands clasped in front of him. “The only exception is if the pregnancy is endangering the mother’s life, and even then, we require the Alpha or Beta’s approval.” For a moment, there’s silence. Then, in a blur, Zoe springs from the bed like a coiled snake. Her hand wraps around the doctor’s throat with terrifying speed, pinning him against the wall.

Mora said. I unfolded the paper and read the writing before nodding. The rules were straightforward, and I understood that adhering to them was crucial for my survival in the castle. Alpha's Rule: Don't respond when someone speaks to you. Always answer when you're called. Avoid looking at the alpha without permission. Show respect to the alpha's beta. Follow instructions given to you. I read the five rules and couldn't help but think how silly they were. Why would he make such rules without any real importance? It reminded me of the time I got hit in the face for just glancing at him.

The Ronan who'd mated me in secret ceremony had been gentle and hopeful and determined to build something better than our families' hatred. _*]:min-w-0"> This Ronan was someone else entirely. Someone shaped by pack politics and Alpha instincts and expectations I couldn't fight. _*]:min-w-0"> Professor Martinez appeared at the edge of the circle, her expression grave. "Death match rules require both parties acknowledge the stakes. This fight continues until one party dies or yields. No interference from outsiders. No mercy unless both parties agree. Do you both understand and accept these terms?" _*]:min-w-0">

“And I understand that well, but you know our rules of living, Lefu, and you have violated them all. Your adventure can have serious consequences if it has not already happened. There are things you do not know about our existence, my boy” "What kind of thing ?" "The law”. “We do not exist, we do not kill and we do not recruit. I know the law”. "But you do not know why, do you ?" “Because you got us out of the sewers and saved us from extinction. So we live by your rules, and the punishment for transgressing them is death”. I grit my teeth as the memory flies through me. Matelli examin me in silence. "Elisabeth". He finally nods. "After all these years, Lefu, you still carry grudges over Eli

He scoffs and turns to look at me. " We shouldn't be talking about this right now cause there's a gun fight just few feets away from us." " I know, right?" I say sarcastically. What did I just did? I wasn't even thinking before shooting the 'Bad guys' as Gray put it. " One rule of the Mafia; kill or get killed. It's your choice. No one gives a fuck about anyone. You break the Omertà, you get killed. All of that shit is what builds the Mafia. We're gonna go out there and shoot some fuckers." He smiles as bullet hits the wall behind me.

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.”

Unlike the others, she didn't waste time with small talk and demanded 50 million. "If you don't give it to me, I'm as good as dead!" she threatened. "Or do you want to watch your own family die before your eyes?" The voice on the other end suddenly changed. It was Beatrice. She sounded unhinged, bellowing, "Lucy Winslow, you bitch! You ruined me! I have nothing left now! No baby, no money—and it's all because of you! "I may not be able to find you, but I can get to the people closest to you! If you don't want your helpless aunt to die, you'd better transfer the money now!"

I'm just glad that Jacob didn't loose himself after that tragic rejection. "The bonds between mates are too strong. I don't know about your sister if she feels the same way. But anyway, since it's too strong and once you broke the bond between the two of you, the rejector will suffer a consequences. Mates are born for each other and by breaking it, you are against the law and you will be punished." "W-What is the punishment? What kind of consequences?" I asked nervously. It took a long time before aunt Divina spoke. The longer she didn't speak, the more nervous my hands sweated. "What kind of punishment?" I asked again impatiently.

He took it from me with a smile. “Good job, flower. Now, recite the rules on the way home.” We began to head towards the house where I knew my mother would be waiting for us with sandwiches and chips. He eyed me sideways, waiting patiently. I walked silently for a moment. “Rule 1: the safety needs to be on when you are not actively hunting. Rule 2: Never aim at another person. Rule 3: Only kill what you have to, nothing more. Rule 4: Have respect for every living creature. If your shot doesn’t kill them, end their lives fast. Rule 5: Always shoot to kill.”