Veils Of Rivalry Novels & Stories

The vanguards have made tens of billions in bets, swearing to bleed the Legion dry. "That's nothing. I heard that the legionnaires and the vanguards have secretly been challenging each other to fights as well, and some even sold off all their assets just to bet on this one match!" "Things sure are getting more and more heated up!" "Heh, this isn't just a simple duel to the death. The Dominion Vanguard and the Legion have never gotten along. They're sworn enemies! This is a clash of both old history and new grudges. Both sides are pissed, of course, eager to send the other to hell. This won't end until the total annihilation of either party!"

Then I saw a chart beside it with the football session for the year, showing the teams they were up against on each level before the finals. My eye caught the first team they were up against. “District Matches: Round One: Ravencrest Ravens versus Moonveil Veil Claws.” My brows furrowed. I had heard a few things about the Moonveil pack, they were a large but very tactical pack. They rose to power by making strategic moves and political decisions. They didn’t engage much in battle, instead they dined with their enemies and collaborated with them. A part of me wondered what their team was like. The Veil Claws. I had seen them in a swimming competition list in my old pack but we weren’t good to

The day I saw Vincent at the club, I could never imagine that he could be the rival Mafia boss from the Rocco empire that Roberto always spoke about. He looked too refined to be entangled in mafia business. He also exuded a domineering aura with the way he commanded that I refer to him as ‘sir’ and nothing else. He looked too calm and I knew that to be a mafia kingpin, he had to be astute. I just hoped he hadn't already seen through my crossdressing cover. What if he knew I was the one from the club and was just pretending to play along?

Soren crouched down and scooped Vera up with one arm. His gaze swept over the scar on Vera's face. His brow furrowed deeply, the anger in his eyes nearly tangible. "Ha. So, this is how your werewolf pack treats a defenseless human?" Soren's voice rang out. A violent wind whipped through the area. The surrounding werewolves immediately went on high alert. Only Kieran remained standing where he was. Kieran said coldly, "Soren, you've brought a vampire army into our werewolf territory. Are you trying to start a war?"

Chapter 16 Velvet and Vengeance Valeriano POV ​The flashbulbs didn’t just reveal the courtyard of the Palazzo Serbelloni, they turned into a weapon. Every pop of white light felt like a microscopic scalpel, peeling back the carefully coated layers of my public personal to see if the blood underneath was still pumping. Around us, Milan Design Week purred like a gilded hive, a suffocating planning of bass heavy surrounding digital, the clink of hand-cut crystal, and the hollow, desperate laughter of people who measured their self-worth in square footage and bespoke marble.

He looked at me with those intense green eyes, pleading with me to understand the strategy. “Trust the disguise,” he whispered. I took a deep breath, swallowing the jealousy that tasted like bile. “Fine,” I said. “But if she tries to kiss you, I’m failing you on the midterm.” A small, genuine smile tugged at his lips. “Deal. Now, sit down. Teach me about dramatic irony. I have a feeling we’re living in it.” The gymnasium was a filled with noise. The bleachers were packed floor to ceiling. On one side, a sea of gold for the football team. On the other, a wall of black for the hockey team. The rivalry was physical, a line of tape down the center of the court separating the factions.

Genevieve's POV I stared back into his piercing green orbs. It looked stormy and dangerous. But the sun reflecting through them made them appear brighter. It felt like I was staring back into fresh green grass that was wet due to the morning dew. He was trying to intimidate me and make me feel scared but I wasn't. I wasn't scared for one minute. I would admit, I was surprised when I saw how he looked and fought when he was angry mainly because I had never seen him like that before. He was always indifferent. Instead of feeling scared of him, I thought about how he must be feeling underneath this hard exterior of his. It wasn't easy having to deal with more than a hundred people saying nasty

Whether I stood in the arena myself or sent another in my stead, the crowd — and the Council — would watch for cracks. And the crowd, I reminded myself, was not merely the blood-hungry underlings who would cheer at spilled viscera. It was the other Lords, each cloaked in shadows, tallying debts and vulnerabilities. In the Veil, applause was just another form of currency — and jeers were investment in your downfall. I leaned back in my chair, the blackstone cool against my fingertips. The Tournament was a danger. That much was obvious. But it was also… an opening.

Ruthless Billionaire’s Little Sparrow Part 38-1 PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND FOLLOW ME Author’s POV War was at its peak. All were ready with their weapon to bring down their enemies, whether through open attack or calculated plotting, way didn’t matter, all that mattered was the crown of victory on their heads. Here, they gathered to defeat the two most powerful opponents who were the greatest deadly obstacles on their path to the throne of supreme as they were no fools, not knowing that they’re being used like pawns in game to keep the fire of rivalry between Aashvik and Vikrant.

I couldn’t afford to let my guard down around him, not with the championship on the line. In the communal cabin that night, rumors spread like wildfire. Arthur’s team had a secret weapon—a freshman with speed and a slapshot that could really screw us over. There was so much tension around, we tried not to buckle under the weight. The rivalry was going to reach a boiling point. I could feel it. The days at Camp Fang dragged on, each one more taxing than the last. The match against Arthur’s team loomed. But I tried to keep everybody’s spirits up during the training sessions.