Santa Muerte Rules Novels & Stories

I continued trying to understand what he meant by that. "Yes, in the Mafia world there is a rule guiding us," he started. "And the rules is that we should not kill our fellow mob no matter what he does." He broke the rule, he killed his fellow mob because of me. "Or what?" I asked. "The person will be punished severely" he said, still with his cool face, he looked so unbothered. "So you will get punished?" I asked, I was scared because I didn't know the kind of punishment he was going to receive. What if they cut his legs off or even kill him.

He sat on the bed and gestured to Kana to do the same. "About that, I heard them talking. They said that there are two rules," "Rules?" Kana asked. "Yes, rules. The first rule is that those who wanted revenge will do what James did to them," Shion said. "What if James killed someone? They will kill him too?" Kana asked trying to analyze the rule. "Dada already filtered those things. That's the second rule, James must not die in the process. You can torture him but you can not kill him. I also heard that they are fixing him up after for the next torture," Shion relayed.

"Don't make me angry, okay?" Still, there was no response, which only fueled Sam's passion and anger even more. "Answer!" Sam demanded, his voice thundering. It was terrifying and caused Beatrice to quickly nod. That made Sam smile with satisfaction, but he still didn't release his grip. There was one more thing he needed to emphasize to Beatrice. "Third rule," Sam said. This time he spoke with commanding eyes. It was not to be questioned, and Beatrice knew that if she violated it, severe punishment would follow. What exactly it was, Beatrice didn't know.

She spoke faintly and cleared her throat. “I want to make him pay for all the pain he caused me, I had to confess my love to him, but he just dumped me like trash.” Tessa whimpered. “It will be fine, Tessa. Just take a deep breath.” Mila tried to comfort her, but she shook her head. “You just don't understand how much pain I feel right now. If only I can hire someone to take him down-” “What do you mean? Count me out of this if it involves killing him.” Mila interrupted 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.”

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