Battle: Los Angeles Book Novels & Stories

Vampires and Lycans never got along, Why? Because of an ancient war that started before you... Before me, before my kind, and now we're the ones left to fight it, carrying on centuries of a hostile blood war. Caught in the middle of it, are pesky humans... beautiful, and cunning creatures, yes, but not the smartest. And pity them, of how they are so oblivious about everything that constantly happens, mysterious animal attacks, unsolved homicides without leads, missing persons report files stacking higher, and still, they turn a blind eye. But... Are they? Blind? I mean the signs are there, evidence surrounding the existence of the supernatural, theories on theories, and they couldn't find th

Her breathing got heavy. “Elena…” he whispered in her ear and she felt his hot breath on her cheek. “Aslan.” “We are here.” He took her hand and guided her out. Cold air touched her body and she breathed in deeply. He unfolded the blind and waited for her reaction. Elena had no idea where she was but she knew she was ready to trade everything in exchange for such a view. The entire New York was below her. She held the iron railing and looked around. Millions of lights were sparkling this beautiful city. A full moon had just come on the horizon and it looked like it was accompanying her while witnessing the city that never sleeps. She turned to Aslan and saw him clicking her picture.

Jayce whispered, “And we burned.” BOOK ONE COMES TO AN END

Can you imagine your absence at the biggest langerie event in Paris? — You said I wasn't the center of attention. — I'm wrong, girl! You know it is! — Louis finished removing the makeup and punched me in the shoulder. — Angel Backer is on the cover of all magazines, a typical beauty of South America, a daring Brazilian! The one that is never late and does not fail in commitment! The one that joined Gucci and abandoned it just to help Diamond grow, even if she had to live in this end of the world that is the city of Boston!

I mumbled when I saw the outline of a figure looking to belong in hell fronting it. "Yeah, it certainly does," Baldo replied and then mumbled something before he opened the book, "What was that?" Curious, I asked, "I just said a little prayer to the higher powers; it feels a little better to do so before opening a book like this." I nodded, "Well, it doesn't hurt, right?" I added, and he chuckled. "Oh no!" I mumbled when I felt a vision begin blinding me, striking me down with full force.

Hell, he hadn’t known the girl would be this damn smart. He asked, “Who are you lady?” his accent bleeding through, Angel laughed and said “I was raised in California in one of the worst neighborhoods you’d ever see. People died every day. So, nothing you tell me will surprise me. But I won’t be lied too, cheated, or have those I love taken advantage of. So, you decide right now Enrique what kind of life do you want?”

SALOME The sound of glass shattering against the wall made me jump, but I kept my eyes glued to the floor. It was a heavy glass whiskey bottle. Luna Mariam had aimed straight for Alpha Williams's head, but luckily for him, he was able to dodge it. The bottle missed him by two inches and scattered all over the hardwood floor, sending sharp, glittering shards everywhere. Still, Alpha Williams Sphere said nothing. He just stood there, wiping a stray drop of liquor from his cheek, his face completely blank.

"With me, I need more than convincing you didn't have a hidden agenda to hurt Effie." Clark groaned. "Are we talking about the past?" "Hey, you brought it up. You end it," While Lily and Clark argue as my parents remind me of that time with them. I smiled. "You got some great friends," Nina whispered next to me. "Yeah," nodding. "Cherish that moment when the storm comes." Huh? I frowned and then looked at Nina, who sat there facing the view of Los Angeles. California never has storms, but we do get heavy rain, and it rarely hails.

The full detail of what happens is in Harry and Brooke's book! ^ I really hope that makes sense aha.

I fought, but it was useless. Above me, Dezecca watched, her expression crinkling with amusement. There was no hesitation in her eyes. No mercy. Just the quiet satisfaction of someone who knew they had the power to break another. The first lash hadn’t even landed yet. But the fear clawing at my chest made me feel like I was already bleeding. Perhaps, this place could be even more hellish than I thought. Hi lovely Lakers, yes I call my readers Lakers, are you enjoying the book? if so, support with your gems for more chapters and drop a hearty review as well.