Aventurero Novels & Stories

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TEN I grabbed his hand and with as much strength as I could muster, I pushed it away from my thigh. The sound of my underwear snapping back into place didn't go unnoticed as he chuckled darkly.

Whatever was going through her mind was cold and cruel. "Real soon," Connor added as he walked out of the house and joined his sister. I gave them one last wave and they walked away from our house to do what needed to be done while I turned my attention back to Luca and the new guy who was in our living room now. "Who were they?" Luca asked monotonously. "Just friends," I shrugged. "They were rogues. They shouldn't have been in the territory," Luca growled. He may have been my sister's Third in Command but that didn't give him the right to go all wolf on my ass. Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself.

His eyes were glossier than usual, but his broken voice was what confirmed that he was indeed at the verge of tears, “I’ve fucked up.” While that was not news to me, I couldn't help but grow concerned of him, "What's wrong?" "That's Douglas. The man you just met." He mumbled, "He's the mafia don I'm working with."

"And what is your name?" "Brandur the Destroyer." Brand decided quickly to use the moniker he had been given before his pack had been transported to the future. He wished he knew what year this was. Magnus' eyes widened at the pronouncement before he chuckled. "Ah, a formidable name. So, you are a great warrior on top of being a part of the Sköll Clan? How fortunate we are to have you grace our longhouse." The crowd mirrored his laugh. "And how is the famous Brodolf the Berserker these days?" he asked, his tone light and full of mirth but his eyes sharp and assessing under his heavy brows.

Another explosion followed, disrupting the speedster's motion as he hit a wall and fell to the floor. Struggling to get up, he noticed something. Someone appear from the point of the explosion where a large section of a wall was missing. He watched the high-heeled boots make their way through the wall and then the rest of the body, which was unclear to make out because the person's face was concealed though the body appeared to be female, thanks to the design of clothing she had on. The person approached him and the speedster instinctively reacted by charging. He was about to strike the unknown adversary when she suddenly took out some sort of weapon that resembled a grenade launcher but ins

The very mention of Sangre conjured images of destruction, chaos, and a trail of crimson stains left in his wake. Fester continued, his voice strained with tension. "He has earned that name over the years," he revealed, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. The visible signs of anxiety mirrored Levi's growing concern. "Wherever Sangre goes, blood is spilled. He is a conqueror of lands, even nations," Fester added, his words carrying the weight of grim experiences.

a gruff voice snapped from the back of the van. Garrett shifted his gaze to the rearview mirror. Three heavy-set, heavily scarred mercenaries were crammed into the back cargo space, surrounded by duffel bags filled with silver-laced weaponry and tactical restraints. The man who had spoken, a massive rogue wolf named Vance, leaned forward, his face twisted in frustrated anger.

His face was covered by his demon-like helm and it would make the man a bit scary if not for his light and gentle voice. Their group unmounted their lizards and Beto pulled the recommendation letter Lesley had given them. She gave it to the soldier who immediately checked the wax at the back. He instantly knew where they came from. “Adventurer Guild. What are you guys doing out here? Is there a foraging mission around here?” “No.” Beto answered for them. “We’re here to help with the Gori-gori beast problem.” “Are you sure?” The young man asked. His face was invisible, but the disbelief tone in his voice was as clear as day.

"But believe me, I didn't betray you. We can't undo the past, but we can shape the future if we work together." As his words continued to reverberate within the space, a transformation seemed to unfurl before me. Antonio's identity emerged, an intricate mosaic of lineage and legacy. His voice, infused with a potent mixture of authority and ancestral lineage, resonated like the echoes of a distant storm. He unveiled himself as Antonio Rico Luca, the descendant of Luca Osvaldo, a figure shrouded in the mystique of a Dark Angel of merciless Deaths. The weight of his lineage bore down upon his declaration, an assertion of power and consequence that sent ripples of apprehension through me.