August Rush 2 Novels & Stories

my words proven right by the howling of hundreds of wolves in unison. Ravenna’s eyes widened before realizing what just happened. I was stalling time. I sensed them as soon as they entered this place. “You…” before she could say anything she was attacked by the large wolf of chocolate brown fur as same as mine. he pinned him down, ready to tear her throat. He was no doubt August, I can spot him from the thousand miles. “Sorry to make you wait.” He mind linked me. “About time.” I said and sighed.

"I'll keep that in mind" August waved off the gamma wolf trader in front of him and found his way out of the kingdom market location into the usual path he takes to the palace building. He was moving past an empty building when just like the last time, he got jumped by someone behind the building. The door banged close. "You again!" He cursed as there could be only one suspect. August turned to see Aurora who was standing at akimbo with a smirk on her face. He sighed, "What the fvck do you want from me?"

I caught August's second punch and held his arm as tight as I could. A scene where Rachel was sharing a peal of bright laughter with August suddenly flashed right before my eyes, and the anger that I had been bottling up inside of me came open. I kept that anger towards August bottled up inside of me all week long, and I know I should've released that energy earlier in this fight. I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline run through my body, and I managed to turn things around right at the moment when I needed it. I pushed August with such brute force, and now I was on top of him. "HAHAHAHA," August let out, seemingly defeated.

Some were cursing about being dragged out of sex for this. "Look, over there!" Two silhouettes were standing on a fort as the morning just broke. One possessed an impressive mop of white hair and a slightly crooked posture. The other was young, handsome, and exuding an aura of arrogance. A shield of two different colors was between them. August had a snowy-white shield, while Logan had a green one. The shields appeared to be pushing against each other. "So, this is a mystique energy construct," August said. "Correct. You're not too bad yourself. You managed to summon a snowstorm from the tundra."

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

Three black cars, sleek and gleaming like panthers under the midday sun, pulled up in front of the Miller Consortium Group office building. The Rolls-Royce Phantoms, each worth over half a million dollars lined up in ceremonious precision. The building itself pierced the sky, a monolithic glass spire that stood as the tallest edifice in France after the Eiffel Tower, its mirrored surfaces reflecting the ambition and might of the empire it housed.

“Freshly loaded too. Four loads in that hole already. Still tight enough to fight back.” Victor and Julian greeted him with handshakes One of the assistants set down the large luggage. August waved them off. “Leave it. I’ll handle the rest myself.” The two men bowed slightly and retreated outside. The door closed automatically behind them sealing us in. August crouched in front of me. One of his massive hand gripped my jaw hard enough that my lips parted automatically. His black eyes bored into mine studying mine. “Look at those eyes. Still some fight left. Good. I like it when they break slowly.” He spat directly into my open mouth, then slapped my cheek “Swallow, mutt.”

And then he vanished through the back door. Adrian didn’t have time to process. “Elena,” he breathed, racing to her. Her wrists were red and raw, but she was already trying to stand. Adrian tore off the ropes and pulled her to her feet, cupping her face to check for injuries. She shook her head quickly. “I’m okay. I’m okay,” she whispered, though her voice shook. “But who was that? What’s phase two?” Before Adrian could answer, a low hum vibrated through the floor.

He just absorbed the force, rolled his wrist once, and countered with a lazy flick that August parried without effort. Winter chuckled, low and dark. “Rusty, August?” August’s lips curved into a matching smirk. He reset his stance—feet wider, weight balanced, sword coming up to guard. “Nah,” he said, voice rough but steady. “Just warming up.” Then they moved.

An abrupt burst of aura enveloped is his entire body. "So you wanna play, right? Let's play then!" "Come! Bone-Scythe."