Aventurero Novels & Stories

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

What does he mean by between us? "Rhyker and I were enemies more like competitors, every year there was a competition where they held who is the best prince of the world. I always ended up being the second while he was the first because of his smart brain and his preoccupation with his people, I wasn't like him and soon fell into the dark world which was dealing, murdering and human trafficking. I took an interest in human trafficking, it was more heartless and horrible for humanity." He's not human. Definitely.

Lance aka Doc doctor for club. Ezra aka Patch EMT for club. Victor Aka Navy best at boats watercraft. Warren Aka Chopper best at air craft. Anthony Aka Edge best at knives. Jaime aka Data best at tech/ IT. Walter aka Hacker tech geek. Corey aka Jammer tech geek. Joel aka Gamer best at games planning attacks.

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

“Because you’re stepping into something that will swallow you whole. This whole thing that you think you’re doing good for yourself, you are not. You are going to end up harming yourself more than you know.” Her brows drew together. “What are you talking about?” “There’s a man,” I said. “A wolf who goes by Lorenzo. At least, that was the last name I was given. He came to ‘help’ me once. Said he wanted to guide wolves like me, those pushed from their packs, those wrongfully named traitors.” I scoffed. “Turned out he was the real traitor.” Her breath hitched. “Lorenzo… D’Amaris?”

They were in town to bury the body of Anthony. Another name that resurfaced in my thoughts was Manto "The Butcher" Moretti, an African drug dealer. He was a member of a powerful drug cartel who had betrayed my father by leaking sensitive information to the enemies. My father considered loyalty as one of the most important virtues, and betrayal was met with swift and brutal punishment. The Butcher met his end at the hands of my father's loyal enforcers.

I asked, taking a bite of syrup-drenched waffles. “He sent Booker,” Carter replies. I choke on my pancake. “He is just as bad as Ajax,” I gasp after expelling the food from my airway. Booker Kimble, codename: Veles. He is a taciturn weapons expert tactician with a blood kink. He reminds me of C.H.A.O.S.’s hellhound, Ransom. They both have adorable boyish faces with big blue eyes and thick lashes, but they are deadly like slow loris. You want to cuddle them because they’re so cute, but they are poisonous and will kill you.

You have no idea how I protect you. - I am not interested in your speculations, not for now. - One last detail, your Peruvian friend is not called Adriano Amado and of course he is not a former prefect as you think. He is a pirate, who was dedicated to stealing international ships, among others, he is not dangerous, but the interpol is looking for him, and that house where that was rented, that family was not his, but a woman he met and decided to play the lover, until you looked for a better way to have fun. You should be careful, who you hire.

There laid a circle of steel teeth waiting to trap him and tear me apart. I stopped, gaze locked on the oak, a grim determination hardening my features. I wouldn't fall for this trap. If I did, they would try to break me. He was Antonio, a rogue, a survivor, a wolf. And I must prove my worth someday, even if it meant facing them, even if it meant defying the storm pack rules.

Together, they would stand against the forces of corruption and betrayal that threatened to tear their family apart. As he gathered his allies and prepared to confront his enemies, Antonio felt a sense of determination wash over him. He knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, but he was ready to face whatever challenges came his way. For he was Antonio Valencia, the heir to the Valencio estate, and he would not rest until his family's honor had been restored and their legacy secured for generations to come.