Santa Muerte Rules นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Unless you kill me today, I'll murder your entire family. I stared down at him, murderous intent rising within me while maintaining my glacial exterior. Peter increased the pressure of his foot, his voice dropping to match the temperature of my gaze. "Family is off-limits, Doyle. You want to break the rules?" Blood trickled from Doyle's mouth as his eyes locked onto mine with sinister intensity. "To hell with the rules. My only rule is to kill you, make you suffer, send you to hell." He paused, his mouth twisting into a smile that made my skin crawl. "Marcus Murphy, you've been back to America quite frequently last year. Is there someone special waiting for you there?"

The shock that settled in Niccolo's bones was second to none as he stared at his mother in front of him. One of the Cosa Nostra rules says; if a child sins, then no one has the right to kill the mother for revenge. The sinner pays directly for his sins, which is why he has been bold from the start, but right now his boldness felt stripped off, and his eyes stayed wide. "You can't kill her! The rule says —"

The earth itself seemed to shake beneath their cheers. Then, with a single, decisive stroke, his sword came down and Calantha's reign ended. Samarth raised his blade high into the darkening sky, its edges still dripping with her blood. His voice, strong and clear, rang out like thunder: “Seize the plunder!” he cried. “Break open the gates of the city! Take what your hands can carry! Let no man, woman, or child be spared unless they surrender. And when the spoil is yours—burn the city. Let it be ash under your feet.”

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 First Elder looked sternly at Elder Wu, Elder Song, and Elder Liu, and said in low a voice, "Read out the No. 3 rule of the sect." Elder Song immediately got up and said, "Rule No. 3, be fraternal and no privately savage is allowed in the sect. If someone dies because of excessive behavior…" In the end, his voice gradually dropped, thus Yan Li urged harshly. "Louder!" Elder Song shuddered all over his body and immediately raised his voice and said, "If someone dies because of excessive behavior, the murder should be removed his accomplishments and be expelled from the sect!"

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">

The only way to survive was to understand and overcome the rules before no one was left. The whispers from the tanks still echoed faintly, as if waiting for the next victim to break a rule and become part of this forbidden aquarium forever.

Rose asked, helping to veer the conversation. “Indeed. It had been two decades since I have been there that I felt almost like a foreigner there but there are firm rules that us, werewolves, always follow,” Andrius pulled his hand from his pockets. “First we do not condone the act of murder but there are rules that allow this.” “Rules?” Rose frowned at his contradicting words while Dominic tilted his jaw. “We call it Arena. It is traditional practice between us where there would be a space for two werewolves who are allowed to fight till their deaths.”