Sworn Enemies Novels & Stories

I brushed past him practically forcing my way into the dorm. “You liar.” I threw the book on his bed and faced him. “Our packs hated each other. We are actually meant to be sworn enemies.” He looked at the book on his bed and then stared back at me. “Dawn you don’t understand.” “I don’t want to hear half truths or cryptocurrency answers. Tell me the truth, are we meant to be sworn enemies? Yes or no?” He scratched the back of his head looking uncomfortable. “What do you want me to say Dawn?”

He said calmly, he picked up the glass of wine and took a long sip before placing it back on the vintage table. "Which rule are you talking about?"Asked the prince. "You of all people know that if any member of this kingdom associates with the enemies it's a crime." The king shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't have any care in this world. "He's not an enemy! She's my mate!"The prince roared. He hated it when people said that werewolves were enemies because he had fallen in love with one of them. Well,he used to think that they were enemies before he found out that his destined mate was a werewolf.

“What about you Adam? I heard you're already running Rockwell's Empire on your own, eh?” The wide grin on his lips slowly faded as Adam gave him a sideward glance, his narrowed eyes threatening him to get his hand off of him or he'd lose it without knowing it. Gulping, Joseph quickly stepped back with his hands in the air. “Whoa, chill.” Foren made a face. She was worried that she would ruin the atmosphere in this reunion, but it seemed somebody else was doing the job for her. ‘This guy is really arrogant and annoying!’ As tension formed in the air, all of them heaved out a sigh of relief when their service bus finally arrived. They entered the vehicle with their ‘partners in seat’ as what t

--- She had been just fourteen then, wide eyed and sheltered in her family's Upper East Side penthouse. The Kanes had come for dinner under the pretense of alliance, Victor Kane with his wicked smirk and veiled threats, Adrian at his side, already carrying himself like the heir apparent he was. Celine had watched from the staircase as her father argued in hushed tones, papers scattered across the mahogany table they sat at. Accusations flew, embezzlement, betrayal, threats wrapped in sweet voices. Victor had laughed, a sound like breaking glass, and by morning, the Wolfe empire was crumbling. Investigators swarmed. Assets froze.

Robert hissed angrily, "Stay away from Rose and her family. Don't ever bother her again or--" "Or what? I'm afraid that Rose will turn to me to threaten her?" Robert became angry, he walked quickly toward Sebastian and grabbed the man by the collar. Robert pressed the man against the pillar. The two men's eyes met fiercely, drawing swords of hatred. "Stay away from Rose, or the world will know you're the man who almost got Romeo deported and Kenzie nearly dumped." "Is that true?" The two men were startled when they heard Rose's voice tremble, questioning the integrity of Robert's words.

I was still in shock at how far we had come, as mates, as packs, as one. If someone were to have told me a year ago that the Crescent and Dark Moon packs would be together now, I would have scoffed in their face. Ours was a war that spanned back decades, right back to the begginings of our people. And now? Now we were stronger than ever, united by love and respect. We had defeated our enemies, together, and now was our time to live in wonder and not fear. My hand was still held tenderly in Graysons. I gave his a squeeze and looked up at him.

Their communication was unspoken yet precise, a testament to the unbreakable bond forged through countless trials. The enemies that remained were caught in a relentless storm of magic and steel, their resistance crumbling before the united might of the heroes. Even the formidable foes that had once seemed insurmountable were now forced on the defensive, their expressions shifting from arrogance to desperation.

They enjoy it all; all they do is harm people most unimaginably, in addition to other terrible things like killing that they do. Just pray hard that you never come face-to-face with Lucifer’s heirs because you wouldn’t be living to tell the story, nor would you die a painless death. We don’t know their faces, and we can only differentiate them by colour. Both squads are sworn enemies, and together we refer to them as ‘The Outlaws’. Walking back into the sitting room, I stare at the television screen as the news with the headline, “The Outlaws”, continues.

He solemnly swore not to let the truth in him go unrewarded. In the realm of rivalry and over a decade-long of standing animosity and hostility between his house and the Fullers, Fergus Black finally found himself face-to-face on the battlefield against his most formidable opponent yet. You could slice through the tension in the air as the stage was being set for an epic showdown that would determine the fates of both respective factions and shape their destinies forever.

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. "And as they say," Sean sneered, "the enemy of my enemy is my friend. So, I took help from Smith Reigns and his brother—they were more than happy to join in. It’s amazing what shared hatred can accomplish." He laughed, the sound echoing ominously through the room. A chill ran down my spine. I opened my mouth to tell him that this had nothing to do with me, that I didn’t even know Miller Donovan, but before I could get the words out, his phone rang.