Sworn Enemies Novels & Stories

Something that wouldn’t lie. “Why?” I asked. “Why would you—” “Because you’ve become the very thing we swore to destroy.” His words landed like slaps. “You think I wanted this crown?” I spat. “I inherited war. I inherited betrayal.” “You could’ve chosen peace.” “I chose survival!” He stepped forward. “And in surviving, you forgot how to live. You’ve turned everyone into an enemy—including me.” My voice was shaking. “You made a pact with the enemy to break me.”

Thank the goddess I'm now in their midst so I can be getting firsthand information. "That is so say, our worst enemies now live in our midst in disguise." They dart their eyes around, jaw gritted. That enemy includes me and one other person who's yet to reveal his identity. My rival. TBC.

Her taste was still on my tongue. "What do you say, Alpha?" I pulled out myself from my thoughts and stared at his Beta, Kelvin. "It looks natural but it does seem. Wild animals stay out of our territory as they can sense the danger." I told them. I had a lot of enemies. Thanks to my f****** father. His death didn't merely bring me the title of the Alpha but a bucket full of enemies. "We couldn't smell or get anything suspicious," Max said. There is where you are allowing your enemies to dig your grave, and rule your people. He doesn't need to know my thoughts.

From best friends to meer acquaintances on my part and the two of them sworn enemies. The first year of middle school is when they began their relentless competitions. They competed over everything from who had the best grades, to who had the most accomplishments in different sports and extracurricular activities. From who could pull the most females to who drove the best vehicles. It was so petty, they would even compete over who could finish the most food first in the cafeteria. By the end of our last year of middle school it changed to where their competitions no longer surfaced to calm their rage built up inside. That's when the barbaric assaults first bec

KELLY I dropped the spoon and stood, pushing my chair back just enough to let it screech across the floor. Tracy nearly jumped out of her skin. My voice was calm, but sharp enough to slice glass. “Listen carefully. There are a few things you need to know about me. I’m very nice, I’m easygoing, and I respect people. But there are things I’ll never tolerate. One.....disrespect. Two....I don’t like being schemed against. If your boss tells you to plot against me and promises he’ll cover for you, he’s lying. He won’t save you from my wrath. I will bury you. And three...” I tapped the table for emphasis, “...I don’t joke with my health. If there’s anything wrong with this food and it harms me, no

Our enemies bore down on us, their fury unleashed, but we met them head-on, tooth and nail, an unyielding wall of feral retribution. Our bond, forged in love and tempered in conflict, thrummed between us. With every synchronized strike, every shared glance, we communicated more than words could ever convey. We fought not just as Luna and Alpha, but as eternal partners, our resolve intertwining to create an impenetrable force against the darkness that sought to consume our world.

Holding Lyra closer I read the page that made her so upset. The Forbidden Child 'The feud between the three covens will come to an end when a child is conceived that ties the three families together. It is prophesized that the child will be hunted down by the covens, because whichever coven this child joins will give that coven the ability to control all five elements. With all of the elements under the control of a single coven, a war between all of the supernatural beings could breakout across the land. It is unclear how the war will start or how it will end. But if a war comes to pass many of beings will be eradicated from this world. This will cause an imbalance between light and dark ma

The next day, the war between Sarendonia and Korendorr had begun… “Honestly, I thought that now that we're at peace, the bonds will somehow return,” I murmured, staring down at my plate. “Peace?” Dearon's low growl nearly made me flinch. “We're not at peace. There was no treaty, only a one-sided decision—a false victory,” he hissed before leaning forward, a dark smirk tugging at his lips. “We will let those fools in Sarendonia enjoy themselves for a while, but Korendorr will rise again.” He looked at his warriors and packmates, and they all grunted in agreement.

I said, and she huffed. “What do they say about enemies?” “Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.” ASO-FUCKING-LUTELY!

After being outmaneuvered and storming out, he witnessed various groups carving up the loot and claimed it all for the Holy Tooth Shrine. His double-crossing words sparked outrage, and the dispute quickly turned violent. The dimly lit area, with only flashlights piercing the darkness, made it impossible to tell friend from foe, and the dead piled up. Allies just days ago, turned into bitter enemies—such bitter irony. "Let's team up and take down Boyd. The Holy Tooth Shrine has gone too far." "Right, take out that old cur!" "Challenge the Holy Tooth Shrine? Face death!" Boyd had ignited a fury. Despite the chaos, his side, backed by two semi-Empyreans, stood unafraid.