Novel & Cerita Black Organization Conan

Usually, he could endlessly talk in a negotiation, but now, he was stuttering when he spoke. "Do you know who we are?" The man deliberately revealed the tattoo on his wrist. Logan's eyes grew to the size of golf balls, filled with shock and terror. "Are you… from Black Cobra?" Black Cobra was a terrorist organization that was active in various Southeastern countries. Notorious for being ruthless, they were involved in murder, looting, and dozens of kidnappings in the short span of a few years. They were a group that every wealthy man feared. Not to mention, they also had numerous cases of murder by poisoning, assassination, and many other methods.

Valen rumbled. Confused, I thought he’d spoken to me, but then I saw Konah, covered in dark yellow scales, not quite golden in color. He, too, wore only pants. How the hell were they doing that? “He is yours,” Konah agreed and my delirious mind wanted both of them to keep speaking so I could bask in the richness of their voices. Not helping brain!

I confirm, "I have seen it many times." "Well," Conner's voice trembles, and it is like horror to my ears as he continues to inform me of his rather troubling observation, "His eyes are black."

He was faster than the speed of light, but he was weaker than a roach in strength. "Yeah, I haven't had my lunch, and I'm starting to lose it. The cartels had promised to get me a criminal's blood before nightfall, but they haven't shown up. I'm afraid some of them will go missing." I groaned, my eyeballs shifting into a stroke. "I'm sorry about that, Sire. The thing is we are in trouble." He trembled, his eyes dilating as he stared at the clouds. What could be crazier than me not having my supply of blood before I go on a rampage? Breaking nature's law to keep the balance had never been my style.

Not someone who belonged in their eyes. When I entered, Conan was already seated at the head of the table. He didn’t look at me. His fingers were interlocked before him, elbows on the carved oak. He looked every inch the Alpha now,composed, authoritative, distant. The man who had held me last night was gone. And I knew why. The council didn’t need to see Conan soft. They needed to see him steel. I took my seat in silence as murmurs quieted. Elder Ragnor was the first to speak, his voice like gravel dragged across glass. “The rogue claims to be Jonathan, son of Alpha Hadrian. Former mate to the beta Maya.”

Then I saw him. A large black wolf emerged from the trees, his coat dusted with blood and leaves. Even from this distance, I could feel it. His presence hit me like a wave of heat. The wolf’s golden eyes locked on me as he walked with slow, powerful steps. In his jaws, he carried a freshly killed stag. My breath caught. He brought it straight to me. The pack went silent. Conan dropped the stag at my feet, his wolf eyes never leaving mine. He bowed his massive head once, a gesture so intimate, so reverent, it made my throat tighten.

Here goes the gossip. Luna Maria turns her head in my direction, and Safia lets me know that the Luna is glaring at me before replying to my aunt, “He had a son outside the mating bond. He is one of the leaders of the Feral Rogues. Conrad is his name if I am not mistaken. He usually bands together with Caleb Black and terrorizes packs all over Romania.” Caleb Black is a name whispered in fear by many. Maybe because where the Cosaci Vampires appear to drink from humans, werewolves, or other species, he is also there.

He held the beta's body in one hand and, in the other, the head he had torn off. “Conan?” My voice came out in a whisper, shocked by the macabre scene before me. I felt my pulse quicken; his scent had turned into something sinister, similar to that of the shadow king. His aura was murderous, and his predatory gaze was staring fiercely at me. “What have you done?” I gasped, widening my eyes in shock. “Shhh, aunt, calm down... I killed the big bad wolf!” Conan put a claw over his mouth, producing a sinister sound.

Conal's voice was soft and calm. Reana looked at him with puzzled eyes, Conal had never cared about her love life before, but today Conal seemed different. Reana curiously asked: "After all, what did you find me to talk about?" "Lagan…" Conal hesitated; his face hardened, and he decided to tell the truth. "He could be the leader of the DWW organization." "So what? What does that have to do with…" Reana hurriedly replied, but then she stopped and looked at Conal; she said in a dazed voice, "What?"

All of them: Agnar stood in the doorway of the tent. His eyes locked on the man trying to pull the other off of something. It took him a second to realize someone was on top of the girl. Conan became enraged, he wanted to shift. Wanted to rip everything and everyone apart piece by piece. The man managed to pull the other off of Levi and that's when he snapped. He pulled the man back to him and one quick motion his claws descended, cutting across his throat. His hand ripping and pulling upwards as he did. The skin and muscle holding his head to his shoulders disconnected. The man;s body dropped to the floor. A woosh of blood splashed on the ground.