Sworn Enemies Novels & Stories

Shadow Warriors are elite fighters-larger and stronger than humans. They're the polar opposite of hell's spawn because they think and strategize, making them a more formidable enemy. Because of fear, bigotry, and thinking the Shadow Warriors might overthrow the new government, the Federation almost started another war when the threat of the hellhounds receded. Thanks to the government's screw up, I have this nice advancement in office and I'm on a mad dash to repair relations with the good monsters. It's basically a suicide mission.

“And this time, they won’t make the same mistakes Adrian did.” “What do you mean by that?” Thomas sighed. “Our spies said they recently formed an alliance with another enemy group of ours.” “Another group?” The billionaire nodded, his lips pressed in nervousness. “Unfortunately, over time, as I expanded my empire, I made more enemies. Of course, the Eagles are still our biggest rivals, but other groups also want us destroyed.” I crossed my arms, distressed. “Okay, and who exactly have the Royal Hawks aligned with?” Thomas hesitated, looking away for a moment as if debating whether he should really tell me. The air between us grew heavy, and a chill ran down my spine. He finally turned to me,

Thorne would kill me if I even thought of that. The enemy of my enemy. "I'm with you," I said firmly. Because the enemy of my enemy might not be my friend. But right now, he was all I had.

The particular aging that happens when a man stops managing his expression quite as tightly as he used to. Damien met him at the elevator. They looked at each other. Two men who had been on opposite sides of the same war for thirteen years — one who had built an empire on revenge, one who had built one on control — standing in the same space without weapons between them for the first time. "Calloway," Damien said. "Wolfe," Marcus said. That was all. They walked to the study. Rain stayed at the table with Cole and Sera and did not go to the study.

Friend or foe I'll won't hesitate to kill you. Just not quickly but slowly so that you could feel every pain you have inflicted on me. Two Alpha whose pack were sworn enemy way before they were born. Those two Alphas then became best of friends. Thought to made new era into their pack they make an alliance only for the other one to betray another and once again they're sworn enemy. Running at each other in full speed as their pack warriors fall behind them in their wolf forms with nothing standing in their way, they both release their wrath on to one another.

And with his help, she had a chance at stopping it. All she needed to do, was get him to agree. "As you would, but unfortunately you have been locked up in this cage like an animal. Thirsty and starved of revenge" she chuckled. "And you, desperate enough to want to join forces with me. Becoming an enemy of your pack." "What?" Niva narrowed her eyes. "I will never become an enemy to my pack, the safety of my pack is my number one priority." "You are down here, against your father's wish, breaking pack rules, negotiating with a captive, an enemy. You don't need a seer to tell you that the moment you free me from the cage, you stand to collect the treatment I would."

It did not give off the feeling like two enemies were meeting up at all. The onlookers were confused as well. Was Thomas not the sworn enemy of Art Trading Corporation? Why was Fiora so polite towards him? It was really confusing. Under the confused gaze of the onlookers, Fiora returned to her seat. As soon as she sat down, Hayden got angry and asked, “What is wrong with you? Going over to Thomas and even exchanging name cards? Why? Do you want to form an alliance with him?” Fiora laughed, “You sure know how to joke, Uncle Hayden. Thomas and Art Trading Corporation are sworn enemies. How can I form an alliance with him?”

The staff member handed the marriage certificate back to me. "Mr. Evans, this marriage certificate is a forgery. According to our records, Mrs. Fielder's spouse is Marcus Brown. They have a six-year-old son together." The words on the certificate blurred before my aching eyes. I held my daughter tightly in my arms as my ears rang. A second later, my phone vibrated. A message had arrived from Marcus, Natalie's assistant and her legal husband. Marcus: [Matthew, my wife is at our son's parent-teacher conference. She doesn't have time to register your illegitimate daughter.] I clutched my phone and stared at the message until tears blurred my vision. So I was the other man all along. The

"Why?" "Why do you think? Because the fae and vampyre clans have one common enemy, us. If we allow you to clasp hands then where would that leave us? We know only too well that we wouldn't stand a chance, that you'd do everything to silence us once and for all. But instead of the great bond everyone hailed we brought great discord that has gone on for millennia." She cackled again in great delight as if she didn't sense her peril.

Amanda Grayson inherited all of her adoptive father’s millions once he disappeared in his private plane while flying over the Atlantic Ocean. Since then, she has devoted herself to business and expanding her father’s fortune. However, Andrés Grayson's legitimate son arrives to claim what rightfully belongs to him. Amanda won't allow an arrogant man to take away what she has worked hard for over the years, leading to an intense rivalry between them, to the point where the authorities have to intervene and make a deal: both must live together and work equally in Mr. Andrés's businesses, and whoever performs better will take it all. Amanda won't let herself be defeated, even if her enemy is an