Santa Muerte Rules Novels & Stories

" As you all know, this is the one week in the entire year when you are allowed to explore the outside world. a schedule has been drawn and each of you would be paired into small groups, each group has a certain place to visit for a few days. You can check up on which group you fall under after class. But you of course remember the rules regarding this trip, you aren't allowed to harm a civilian or anyone else who isn't from the mad pact " So what this means is they were given permission to kill themselves but not to harm anyone else who wasn't from the mad pact. The laws here were so shrewd. " I hope you all look forward to this trip and will do your best to keep yourselves in check. After

“I knew you wouldn’t come empty-handed.” “And you should also know that I won’t leave my seat empty.” He tapped the floor with his cane and ordered, “State your conditions.” I met every eye in the room. “First, the port remains under my direct control. Second, everyone left from Drake’s operation will be re-evaluated. Third, from today on, finance, security, and warehousing must be separate. No one person holds everything. Fourth–” I paused, glancing at the old man who’d advised me to go home earlier.

I pointed out. “If we train during the day at night, you can take time for yourself,” I suggested as she smiled at me, then I added, “but keep in mind our rules.” She nodded, “Keep our identities secret from the humans, don’t enter into any intimate relationship and tell no one of our missions with the order.” Hetha smiled. I smiled back, “Exactly.” Hetha frowned, “What would happen if someone broke the rules?” “They would be executed or stripped of their immortality. It's really up to the leaders of the order to decide. Who has broken a rule?” Thana asked, enraged.

The natural predator-prey instincts were present but controlled, held in check by something stronger than biology. Fear of Dante Moretti. "Welcome to the real Inferno," Mara said. "This is where territory is bought and sold. Where blood debts are settled. Where the supernatural economy operates without human interference or pack politics." "This is illegal," I said. "Extremely." She smiled. "Which is why it works. No one wants authorities asking questions. No one wants exposure. So everyone follows Dante's rules and keeps their mouths shut." "And what are his rules?" "Simple. No killing on the premises. No unsanctioned violence. No exposing our world to humans. Break those rules, and—" She g

But those rules I had brake and consequences are hunting me until today. The first was the most important, never show the human who you are, without hypnosis. This rule protects us the dead ones, from humans whose population is about 98 percent of the world. Second, never put your hands into humans' life. You can't save anybody if his or her destiny is to die. Third, drink from one person as many times as you can,(but to leave the victim alive is very hard, mostly we cant control until the body is warm) keep him as a pet with seduction powers but you must kill him in the end and destroy all evidence of a biting.

“Because they are trained to follow the three sacred rules. To kill the animal respectfully with a single blow, to consume them entirely and to only hunt an animal that has fulfilled their purpose.” “That is wrong, any one of us could do that. I can kill an animal painlessly with a single spell, we always consume them entirely at the village and feeling their mana I can know when they have already mated. The only reason we have men do it, is because it is an immoral activity even if you follow all the rules.”

when she decided to rescue Dante. ISOC regulations state that registered werewolves who leave zones without permission are considered unregistered and eliminated. You can't return from Seattle to the council or any registered sanctuary." "Then I can't come back," Elena said, gathering supplies while Catherine played with Hope, and both children were blissfully unaware that their mother was about to destroy their last stability. Dante is scheduled for execution in 12 hours, but I'm not letting him die alone because I'm afraid to break bureaucratic rules."

the intercom announced cheerfully, "The Siren's Valley! Please review the rules carefully. Rule violations will result in immediate termination. Have fun out there, deadies!" A screen descended from the ceiling, displaying the rules in blood-red text: SIREN'S VALLEY RULES: 1. No matter what happens, do not hum. 2. If you hear a voice singing, cover your ears until the song ends. 3. If a child walks up to you to play a game, you must accept. You cannot turn the child down no matter what. Try not to die, or your entire group will be erased. "Well, that's not ominous at all," I said, reading the rules twice just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. "What the fuck is up with rule three? Why woul

"I'll consider that my past sacrifices have just gone down the drain. I'll write them off as sunk costs. From now on, if you dare to pester me further, I'll hire an attorney and take you to court for blackmail and extortion. "Every single payment I've made all these years is clearly recorded on WhatsApp. If things get to that point, I'll be the one making you reimburse me." Upon saying that, I turned and walked away without looking back. When he dumped me in my previous life, I cried and begged him not to leave. Now that I was giving up on him in this life, I actually felt absolutely relieved. When I returned to college, the advisor said to me, "Oh, Kimberly. Your graduate school waiver form