Zodiac Sign Enemies Novels & Stories

"It probably is personal. You destroyed The Covenant, you killed The Elders, you stopped Lydia from rebuilding their organization. There are a lot of people who have reasons to hate you." "That is not as comforting as you think it is." Owen chuckled softly and kissed the top of my head. "My point is, you have enemies. That is the price of being a hero and saving the world. But you also have allies, you have friends, you have the Lunar Bloodline now helping to amplify your power. Your enemies are working in the dark, but we are working in the light. Eventually, we will find them." "And if we do not find them in time? If they strike before we are ready?"

“Then you really are the heir to the Moon Blood.” Darius remained on guard. “Why do you want to hurt Serafina?” Lucien looked at her. “I don’t want to hurt him.” “Then why did Kieran say you’d see him as an enemy?” Lucien turned to Kieran. Their eyes met. Kieran immediately raised his weapon. Lucien laughed. “He’s still afraid of me.” Kieran didn’t answer. Serafina looked at Kieran. “Do you know him?” “Yes.”

The air in my chest froze into a block of solid ice. Burned deep into the pale flesh of his inner wrist, standing out like an open wound against the cold air, was an intricate symbol I had seen on a hundred wrists, a thousand banners, and across every single waking nightmare of my childhood. Twin crescent moons facing outward, locking around a single, stylized drop of blood. The crest of the Bloodwyn pack. My blood turned to pure acid.

Alec chimed in. “Don’t get comfortable. He has allies and could call on them to issue an attack to your packs.” Zac looked at us like we didn’t take him seriously. “With our size, he has enough allies to think they stand a chance?” I asked. “You pissed a lot of alphas off by killing Rip. They might team up with Vin to kill you and then will probably turn and kill Vin after. No one likes Vin but they hate you more.” “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.” Alec muttered as he kept packing his stuff up.

"Am I really such a terrible brother?" "Hmph," I scoffed, suppressing the jealousy bubbling inside me. "Caesar, have you heard of the white-eyed wolf? In Eastern legends, there’s a kind of wolf with white eyes. No matter how well you treat it, it will always hate you, bite you, and eventually kill you, eating your flesh and drinking your blood." "Carlos, I know you’re biased against Hommes, and he is against you, but please believe me, he’s a good kid, just stubborn." Caesar dismissed my words.

Renee can’t bring herself to say it. “ Mate Mark. ” I utter and the world slows down for a while. “ Who was it? Did you find your mate? ” She steps away from me cautiously. Deep grey eyes keep revolving in my mind. The indifference, the amusement, and the strange glint. My heartbeat escalates until I can’t breathe anymore. No way. A Princess marked by a man she doesn’t even know…That sounds just…Impossible. This man is from the South, an enemy and he is a Lycan which means he is closely related to the man I am promised to. That’s just oil to the fire.

“If you were close to someone in a stressful situation, it would be natural to feel their scent.” My lips curved into a wry smile. “What if… I didn't feel anything at all?” Nazo's brows knitted. “What do you mean?” I sucked in a breath. “Is it possible that there are wolves without any kind of scent?” Nazo rubbed his chin. “Well… when I was a kid, I heard stories about a clan called Inodorus. According to the legend, the descendants of that bloodline had no scent and were often trained to become spies or assassins.”

I walked straight up the stairs to cup her face as I put my forehead against hers. “Scarlett, you are the most amazing person I know. And yes, I want you to be my mate. I want you to be my girlfriend, but that's the very reason I can’t have you. With you close to me, I am dangerous. I am violent. I am out of control. You deserve so much more than that.” Her hand circled my wrist as she looked into my eyes. “What are you saying, Osprey?” “That we shouldn’t be around each other. I have to get control of myself. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you got hurt because I lost control.”

Thousands of Questions whirl in my mind as I stare at the most famous person in the werewolf community. Alejandro. No matter how much I turn the situation over in my head, it doesn't make sense. What was the enemy doing in our camp yesterday, and why did he never kill me? There was a chance he spared my life because of the mate bond, but the same couldn't be said for Dane. He was the enemy and nothing stood in the way of killing him. Hence, we are not with Dane now.

Because he was right. I was angry enough. And if I ever found the Broker, I wouldn’t just kill him. I’d make sure his name never echoed again. But I didn’t want Victor anywhere near that fire. He was nothing but a big wuss. “I’ll handle the Broker,” I said. “Alone.” Victor’s gaze shifted to Bianca, studying her too long. “Fine,” he said slowly. “But don’t underestimate what’s coming. You’ll need every ally you can get.”