Stiles Thinks The Pack Hates Him Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She was done pulling my strings. I thought hatred was enough but if she wanted to get down to the death enmity I'd gladly give her my wolf howled. "I'll have my eyes on you all day and night onward I would not let you out of my line of sight ever you thought being my pack sister was bad enough? Well welcome to hell I'll show you what being my pack sister actually means."

I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned villages into ash and left bones for wolves to gnaw. The one mothers whispered about in the dark to keep their children silent.

He sure had something in his mind which was not a simple one. “You’re thinking of revenge?” one man asked cautiously. “Not just any revenge,” Stiles replied, his smile widening. “The perfect revenge. He will regret touching us, and I will make it happen soon." A smirk appeared in his mouth, a disgusting one. After delivering his words, Stiles put on his long hoodie and dispersed from the group. The cult groups felt like they had achieved something by how Stiles wanted revenge on the detective. Two Days later. "Okay, Boys we have a new case now," Adler put the file in front of Alex and Eryx, who tiredly looked at Adler. "Aish, pull yourself together, man."

I don’t celebrate yet, although I figure I’ve got him. “She will know everything….Thought will put the ideas into her head, and you won’t be able to change them. She will hate you. Do you understand?” I explain slowly, ensuring each word of the threat sinks in. Thought will do this without thinking, knowing that he doesn’t want him and every pureblood he cares about to be killed by Stace. “I deserve revenge,” Stace says, more to himself than me. I watch him rub the back of his neck, his tattoos that appear from the collar of his shirt, stopping at his jawline. It’s interesting how just the mention of his mate can render this powerful man completely useless.

"It's their problem, not ours." "I'm sorry, but whatever Lezelle is saying doesn't make sense." I shook my head and looked back up. "Your dad kicked my brother and I out because he was afraid of us taking over. He was afraid that Felix would blindly fall in love with me since we were mates and when he became Alpha, I would ruin the pack." Lezelle explained. "How would you ruin the pack though?" Felix asked impatiently. "We belonged to the largest most dangerous pack to be known."

Rylee brought a hand to her mouth, her eyes filling up with tears. "Allora left you a short letter," Jared said, handing me a blood stained sheet of paper. It read: 'Soon, it will be the turn of your pack members. You should move quickly if you want to stop US. We love big challenges, Vince' "We also have another problem, Vincent" Jared said, turning to look at me. "These bodies were once members of Wyatt's pack. He will definitely not let this one slide. He will make sure to use it against you. Things are not looking good for us, Vincent."

Ara’s POV I was no longer scared of what might happen to me. I was disgusted by their acts. I wanted to pull their eyes out and pierce their hearts with my sword. Unfortunately, I was no longer the leader I once was. I had no power and a pack. I was simply a no-name slave. And yet I still wanted to leave a mark. “You have gone too far. This really what Apex hunt is about!” I yelled, drawing everyone’s attention. “You monsters don’t know anything about hunting. Hunters don’t just hunt anything that crosses their path.

“Let them think they can scare us into hiding. They don’t understand what we are… what it means to be a pack. They can poison our rivers, they can mark our borders, they can take their shots in the dark, but they will never take our home, and they will never take our spirit.” The hall erupts with growls and cheers of agreement that shake the room, and I feel the hope burn through the fear. Paige smiles at me, proud and fierce, and I know she feels it too. Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together. Because we are The Phoenix Pack, and we don’t bow. We rise.

SLOANE I probably should have been terrified that I slapped a man who could snap my neck without trying. I wasn’t. He had insulted my mother. He deserved worse. Who would have ever thought that the man who made my panties wet would be the one to make my blood boil? I couldn’t wait to share this nightmare with Mara. This was all her fault anyways. If that asshole had shown me around like his father instructed, I wouldn’t be so lost. “Excuse me. Please, where's the Alpha’s wife?” I asked a maiden, who informed me that she was in the Pack’s office.

He lasted seven days like that, grinding his teeth, while vultures started pecking at his rotting flesh. Then, on a sunny day, he spotted me a hundred meters away. A smile stretched across his cracked lips. The stench hit me like a wall. I frowned and signaled the lead wolf. It turned away immediately, leading us in the opposite direction. I let out a sharp whistle. All the vultures dove toward the smell. "Never coming here again, smells like death. "That's it. It's over."