Veils Of Rivalry Novels & Stories

truth is I'm very nervous" what if I'm your mate Adam says playfully wiggling his eyebrows at me. we arrive at the training grounds with a minute to spare but every one else is already there, some are stretching others are standing in groups Sarah and I see our best friends Devon Bailey and Leah, and we decide to join them in limbering up. about five minutes after we start stretching and getting warmed up beta Harvey is ready to start. he starts by running us five laps in human form. then he has us spar in both human and wolf form I pin Sarah's brother Adam a few times, he is the future beta, him and Sarah being beta Harveys children. you can tell even tho Adam is trying to be cool about it

Sebastian's POV I sat in the back of my Aston Martin, scrolling through my tablet for the daily hand exercise game I did when I was stressed out. It was the most peaceful thing right now. The numbers and patterns kept my mind occupied. Kept me from thinking about things I didn't want to think about. I didn't involve myself in matters involving rivals. Dominic had been my rival since college. After what caused the accident of the Rossis, it separated the business deals between our families. Generational rivals. That's all we were supposed to be.

Because yes, I was furious about the game, the hit, the stick and the fact that Voss had stood on our ice and taken victory from us in front of our crowd. But underneath that, was a secret I had hoped would remain buried forever. Six weeks ago, in the back of a bar three blocks from here, I had shaken Elijah Voss's hand on a bet. If I lost tonight, I was his. Whatever that meant, whatever he decided it meant, on his terms and his timeline. And if he lost he'd have to admit that I was better than him in front of everyone. Six weeks ago the thought of him winning had seemed impossible so it had seemed fine.

He only brought it up as a bluff, a threat. Helen stepped into the room only to see Nathaniel's pallor. "You look terrible. Is something wrong?" The rims of Nathaniel's eyes were tinged with redness, and he looked at Helen. She shared my resemblance, but that was where the similarities came to an end. The loving relationship he had, he had it with me. Our relationship was irreplaceable, or it was supposed to be. His hands tightened around the divorce papers. 'Why'd I mistake her for Ginny? That one-night-stand was an accident, but everything after that was…'

Before she could speak, Owen told her, "Don't be afraid. They came from the countryside and probably don't even know what an academic competition is. We've trained for the competitions for years. Why should we fear them?" From the countryside? Didn't he know what an academic competition was? I looked at Connor and laughed. "This should be fun." Connor said lazily, "Since that's what you think..." I finished his sentence with a faint smile. "Fine." "We accept the wager." We would play along. We would show them what true domination looked like.

As it is their first time to attend the Moon view competition, Raval could accept the provocative and battle lust gazes directed at them by their opponents, but the maliciousness in the eyes of their designated opponents looks as if their Rebelliad team owed them the lives of their parents. Such rash and mad behavior strays far away from the teachings and morals drilled into their mind when they were adopted by Samel, and Raval could only sigh in relief that he was taken in by their lord. He could not imagine himself and the rest of his younger brothers with that kind of disgusting look full of malice and gloom that they look more like ghosts than the living. Raval’s mind drifted back to the

Students crowded the stands in house-colored scarves, faces painted, throats raw from yelling. The leaderboard towered over the stadium like a guillotine, each new update drawing screams or groans. The second half of the Trials had begun. And no one was playing nice. Rivalries that had simmered during the first week were now frothing. Valiant had accused Dominion of sabotaging their climbing gear. Titan had gotten into a brawl with Prestige. Royal was in shambles—half their team hadn’t shown up to practice, and their leader was supposedly crying in the conservatory.

Few people clapped but few were looking at him with shocking faces as they didn’t understand what Ace was upto. Ace lifted up his trophy showing to everyone and spoke “For this, we faced many things. Our team and North Hill team became the rivals even in personal matters. Of course, it all happened because of a guy like me and I really request both the colleges to stop making this rivalry personal. It’s just a competition.” “Ace, what are you doing?” Freddie tried stopping him but Ace dismissed him. Ace continued “I learnt many things with this game. Because of this, many people entered into my life, who became the part of my life now.” He turned his head to Edwin smiling.

"A bit much? Mia, they’re ruining the reputation of our school. I’m doing everyone a favor. Now, do you want to be on the winning side or not?" She hesitated. Then she nodded slowly. Good girl. I looked back at the scene near the cars. The Dean was pointing toward his office. Kai’s father was shouting. Ava looked like she was about to faint. I felt a twinge of something—not guilt, definitely not guilt—but a realization. Once I hit this button, there is no going back. The rivalry is over because the enemy will be dead. Metaphorically, of course. Does that make me the villain? Or just the only one brave enough to play the game?

the action felt distinctively awkward, yet it carried an undeniable undercurrent of intense romance. The massive stone amphitheater was filled to its maximum capacity with territorial spectators... Due to the ancient, blood-stained rivalry between the two premier institutions and the presence of highly pure Alphas on both rosters, the upcoming match had transitioned into a significant political event for the Five Great Packs, drawing a dense concentration of official lore-chroniclers and high-tier reporters.