Battlefield 4 Recker Novels & Stories

His hand jutting out into the space between us for a handshake. “Alpha Xander,” I state, nodding to Fletcher, still in wolf form, “my Beta Fletcher.” Turning to Andrew, I introduce him as well. “Beta Andrew of New Moon.” Nodding at the others, the man introduces himself, “Gamma Derek, and some of Northern Lakes’ warriors.” Nodding in appreciation, I pull out the tactical gear from my bag. Andrew remains silent and brooding, but he does the same. The others stand around awkwardly watching us, Derek’s eyes on my shoulder blade and the blurred mark sitting there.

I have heard that this is not a Gamma you want as an enemy. Lastly, Tenebris the Delta, sitting with his back to the door. Long, black hair, piercings in his eyebrows as well as his ears and lips. Basically a walking fucking Goth werewolf, but I wouldn’t fuck with him either way. Apparently, his claws contain poison dangerous to his own kind due to something in his blood. “Kai,” Ryker says when he spots us and walks over. “Thank you for having me.” “Thank you for coming,” my brother responds and shakes his hand. I watch as everyone stops what they’re doing when Kai calls for their attention.

Warriors from neighboring allied packs, drawn by the energy that ripped across the skies. Among them: an older Alpha I recognize only from ancient council books - Alpha Ryel of the High Pines. We go done the tower all the way to the packs boundary to face the visitors, to fully ascertain who they are. We get to the northern boundary, and someone who appears to be the leader steps forward. He's tall, wiry, and older, with scars running down one side of his face like history written in pain. His eyes - silver, like moonlight on a frozen lake - sweeping the wreckage with grim reverence, then landing on Derek and me.

If the battle is coming to our doorstep, we’re going to be sure to have a solid strategy, and now that we have a better idea of what we’re up against, we can train accordingly. They also had to get back because Gray, Reid, and Theo had the onerous task of returning the bodies of our fallen squad fighters and breaking the news to their families. We lost three in the battle with the shadow pack- Keaton, Tyler, and Bex. Keaton was from Summervale, and he’d been on the squad for three years. Tyler and Bex were from Goldenleaf and Stillwater, respectively, and were new recruits from this past summer. Every loss is tough to swallow, the cost of war high. Too high.

Kayson was honestly surprised and quickly replied, “Alright, alright, I agree.” He did not want to embarrass himself. People would laugh at him. Only then did Leon get up with a smile and ask, “Dr. Yarde, what’s this thing on the floor?” Kayson was quiet for a moment before he answered, “It’s probably named Smasher Core, from what I know. “But its former self is something known as the Reka Pill. When one takes it, one’s internal injuries will recover, and they will reach peak condition within a short span of time.

Rider was also engaged, and Sky’s first line, the one that was supposed to be there as a perimeter, was forced to move in to hold them off. Cutter chose a demon to concentrate on, one that was closest to the doorway of the church, but before he could do too much damage, he looked up to see four Reapers closing in, their scythes raised. Unlike any of the Reapers he’d ever pursued, these actually were made of bone, which was startling to him. It took him a moment to recover, and that split second was enough time for one of the Reapers to hit him with a wave of black energy. Cutter staggered backward and fought against it, managing to bring the light from his right hand around to cut through it

Recruits are paired off in brutal duels, most of them bleeding, grunting, already on the edge of collapse, one poor bastard is curled on the ground clutching his ribs, and above him. Zarek. Grinning like a lunatic, shirtless and splattered in red, his wings outstretched like a demon war god. Horns glinting in the sun, sweat running down his temple. He brings the heel of his boot down an inch from the recruit’s groin, just enough to make him scream and scramble backward. “Move faster, idiot!” he snarls, then spins, already clocking me. “Well, well,” he drawls, jogging over with the loose gait of someone who hasn’t felt fear in a very long time. “Didn’t peg you for a morning visitor. Finally g

At least, that is what I tell myself. Ryker doesn't answer me. Instead, he crouches low in front of me, his massive frame folding down like a predator that wants to toy with its prey. I catch the nasty manner with which his knuckles are bruised with scars, looking so rough like they have seen more than their fair share of fights. I also recognize the serpent tattoo coiling up his right forearm, with another tattoo that is a dead man’s skull circled by a crescent moon in blood-red ink right on his left bicep.

As the shadowed figure stepped out from the trees, Lena’s heart skipped. His face came into view under the fading sunlight, chiseled features, a dark gaze filled with unyielding resolve. She recognized him immediately. Ryker, a warrior from her clan's past, and someone she thought lost years ago. “Ryker?” Kaden’s voice held a mix of shock and wariness. The man had disappeared during a raid when they were just children, presumed dead. His return was as startling as his hardened facial expression, which conveyed resentment and treachery.

With a sigh, she went to her own room. As she showered, Rica couldn’t stop thinking about Venom, his image of fighting etched in her mind. She smiled, finding him undeniably attractive. But then her thoughts shifted to Virus, and her expression darkened. "That jerk," she muttered under her breath. The Reapers The pack was busy in the training room, each focused on their tasks. Ghost was shooting targets, Stalker practiced archery, Hacker was jogging on the treadmill, and Blade was delivering powerful punches to a bag. Butcher stood silently by, observing them all.