Borrasca Part 5 Novels & Stories

Instinctively, she threw her hands over her face, waiting for them to stop before she rounded the corner. Elliott had headed him off at the pass, surprising Barbarosa as he came around the corner. The monster had not been hit, however, and Elliott's Glock now lay behind Barbarosa on the slanted floor. One spindly-fingered hand was wrapped tightly around the Guardian's throat, the other pawing at him, as if searching for another weapon.

On the fourth stab he hit just below the enemies helmet, hitting their gorget, slicing the strap holding their helmet and knocking the foes helmet clean off. Boro quickly took advantage of his now toppled opponent and just as he was about to deal the killing blow he saw the pale skin and bright green eyes that looked up at him. She was older now, but Boro remembered her face like he remembered every inch of his blade, with perfect recollection. He thought he had loved her once, so how could he ever forget her face, older or not. The eyes that looked up into his own were the fear filled eyes of non other then Nila.

Boris howls. Sasha examines the plier tip under the light, tilting it like he’s checking for damage. “Still sharp,” he remarks. “Good craftsmanship.” “Soundproofing is solid down here,” I say, wiping a spot of blood off my cuff. “We could put on music if you want something upbeat.” Sasha snorts. “No. I like the classics.” He nods toward Boris’s ragged sobs. “He’s hitting some nice high notes.” We trade tools like partners in a kitchen. I take the scalpel next, carving shallow, precise lines across Boris’s forearm. Nothing arterial. Just enough to sting and bleed and keep the adrenaline pumping.

One of them, at least. Jason snapped his fingers in front of my face, bringing me back to the here and now. He turned to see what had got my attention, then he looked back at me. "Isn't that one of your classmates, why do you look like you've seen a ghost? What's wrong, Rosette?" I looked at him, probably with wide eyes. I most definitely felt panic. "Yes, but..." my voice shook, eyes once again on her. She wasn't looking at me anymore though, now she was only looking at her book as if she was reading anything, the stupid book was upside down!

The priestess urged and she strained again. The mirror flashed and Scarlett's image came into view. The mirror showed her how much pain Scarlett was suffering from and how the obstinate lady was trying to hide it from Xavier. It also showed when Scarlett coughed blood and also when she passed out. When the images faded, Cassandra smiled evilly. "This is only the beginning." **end of flashback**

Most of the vials on the table were wolfsbane . " It's on your face too . Interesting . You're not dumb , yet you're still weak . Where does that get you ? Nowhere . " Jace looks extremely uncomfortable , his hands must be on fire right now . But he continues mutilating Scar man's face , who is screaming at this point . " Stop . I'm sorry . I didn't mean to " He whimpers desperately . " Didn't mean to what ? " Jace asks calmly as he grabs Scar man's hand and with a swift upward movement , dislocates the wrist joint and rips off his hand a second later .

Hans had a good point but no way we would ever agree to let our loved one suffer. “Bring me everyone who was with Mr. Boris the whole day. They must have done something to hypnotize him. There is no way they can just hypnotize anyone like that,” As Aramis brought attention to the fact that it won’t be that easy for the wailing brides to get into our brains, I remembered something. “I saw him holding this Rose.” My lips mumbled, my eyes expressing the element of surprise from the whole situation. “It was a brown Rose nothing like anything I have seen before,” I added and they all shared glances in shock.

“Can you go with Alaric to Lyla’s secret lab? We need to find her stash of liquid Wolfsbane.” I remembered how Lyla’s medical team used it to hold me back when she kidnapped me and held me in her laboratory. Needing no elaboration, Boris sprinted toward Alaric and when he came close, he was awkwardly trying to resolve how to put his hand on any part of Alaric’s body. He seemed to hesitate as he looked for the right spot until my mate lost his patience. He grabbed Boris’s hand and held it tight. I noted the surprised look on Boris’s face before they vanished into thin air.

, something is dragging me, I thought fearfully. it claws is holding me immobile,I trembled , when I looked up my first thought was it was ugly, when it turned it's head I gasped with horror it has an even uglier face and then everything went black.

Her form small and fragile against the massive structure, her figure was a stark contrast to its strength. I followed Marcus, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my chest. We approached the abandoned side entrance, covered with tendrils of vines that half-concealed the keypad. The keypad, exactly as Helen-Nora had described it to look, was there under its twist of vines. Marcus punched in the four zeros with quick efficiency, and with a soft click, the metal door creaked open.