Unscramble Rivalry Novels & Stories

"Can we see it as the beginning of the end of the rivalry?" Violet heard the questions and turned to look at Daniel. She noticed him looking at her. He no longer had that smug look on his face. Perhaps he began to reveal his true colors. "End of the rivalry? Can a collaboration bring an end to years of rivalry?" he questioned the reporters back. They glanced at each other, thinking that they had offended Alpha Daniel. But his next sentence shocked everyone. "If the Luna of this pack wants an alliance, I won't mind, though."

Kelly was untouchable, a golden boy with a father who could buy silence. That’s when the rivalry started—the real one. The one that burned deep, the one that wasn’t about winning or losing, but about proving that I was better than him, no matter how many tricks he played. Now, here we are again, and nothing’s changed. His taunts, that damn grin, they still make my blood boil. But this time, I’m not going to let it destroy me. I’m not going to let him win again. By the time I get to the locker room I find it empty except for a few of the guys, sitting in silence, their heads hung low as they remove their gear. The atmosphere is thick with disappointment and exhaustion. The sound of my skates

“Exactly. Rival school. Big crowd. They’ve been dying to challenge us after last year’s championship. We give them the rematch they want and the person behind this won’t be able to resist showing up.” Nick grinned. “You’re thinking like a hunter again.” “Or a fool,” I muttered. “But yeah. Let’s set it up.” By the next morning, word had already spread. The rivalry between Dunrick University and Southmoon University wasn’t just sports. It was pride, reputation, sometimes even blood. The announcement lit up every hallway like a match to gasoline. Posters went up. Bets were placed. Coaches nearly lost their minds. Exactly what I expected. Nick handled the logistics: rosters, security, transport.

Ryan had grabbed a nearby glass flower vase and hurled it against the wall, sending shards of glass flying everywhere. . . . To be continued... 🤍

The air was satisfyingly different than that of a place open to the public, maybe because of the scent of affluent families. Unable to keep the enjoyment in his heart, Phil suddenly let go of Cassie’s hand and ran away towards the carousel. He even raised his voice as if it was his first time seeing that kind of ride. Because of this, Cassie gasped and followed her son from behind, while Evelyn ran faster than her. For some reason, her sight became blurry, and her steps were slower than usual. Her mother didn't look back at her, bothered pursuing her grandson.

His face was all emotionless as he stared at me with nothing but disgusting, loathing, and hatred. My heart squeezed. I opened my mouth, desperate to say something, anything, but before I could, the voice of the MC boomed through the hall. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the special event that will shake the whole city of manchester…” The crowd erupted in mad cheers, while others murmured in confusion. “I guess it's time for the proposed competition, see you there, My Rival” Andrian said before going away with the woman beside him. Her distant laughter rang like the horn of hell to my ears.

“Does he own this place? I have every right to be here.” Alaric raised an eyebrow. “No need for the attitude. I was just concerned about you, you know. We’ve known each other long enough.” They’d known each other a long time, yes, but they’d never been friends. From grade school through high school and even into the business world, they were often compared. Their families worked in similar industries, and they were close in age. Their rivalry started when they first met at six years old, in one summer incident where Lena accidentally hit Alaric with a ball. He thought she was rude; she thought he was soft. They’d been at odds ever since.

Kraven had betrayed the heir of the Silver fang pack, Ashriels brother, leaving the tile of alpha to fall into Ashriels lap. Filled with rage, Ashriel had planned to kill Kraven and avenge his brother. But Kraven died from a terminal disease before that time could come. His father had apparently died of the terminal disease too, making Therion the next in line. But ashriel was still angry, still is, and he had not gotten his revenge. So, in favor of all who cared. A peace treaty was to be signed between the two packs to willingly hand over Therion to serve as his personal hostage, slave and prisoner

She asked, causing me to freeze up. Shit! I let my fear of losing someone again get to me that I showed too much … She stood still, looking at me calmly, like there had to be some sensible explanation to that. “Didnt you tell me all about how he was alpha Zane’s rival a long time ago?” I didn’t think about it, not even remembering if there was a time like that. Just anything to cover up my tracks. She thought about it, scratching her head. “Ohh I guess I did then.” She waved it off.

And at the very end of the list, written in fresh, red ink, were two names side by side. Maxwell & Loveth. Underneath the names was a single word that made my blood run cold: SACRIFICE. The tunnel suddenly shook with a loud explosion from behind us. The way back was gone.