Borrasca Part 5 Novels & Stories

The fracture line in the council was already closing; the threat of Ivan was forcing the traditionalists back into alignment. "Lead the way, Captain," Natalia commanded, her voice cutting through the howl of the storm. "Let's go take back our ledgers." ------------------------------ Deep within the subterranean bowels of the Black Needle, the air was surprisingly warm, heated by the geothermal vents running through the volcanic rock. Master Boros hung from iron cuffs attached to a low stone ceiling, his bare feet dangling inches above a floor covered in jagged obsidian shards. He was unrecognizable. His fine features were swollen, his lips cracked, and his voice reduced to a broken whimper.

I reached up and pulled them off before they turned to ashes. "He won't turn to ash, we need to get the body nailed into a wooden box and ship it to Romania quickly," Ambrose ordered firmly. "Lick my mother's neck wounds closed," Silvar growled at Ambrose and he looked surprised. "I'd rather not do something so intimate," he stated firmly and Silvar rolled his eyes and grabbed his upper arms. "I like you, you give off a good vibe but my mother's jugular was nicked and she's going to bleed out unless you lick her fucking neck," he growled forcefully and pushed him towards me.

He turned to dust which the breeze carried south heading for the Ninth Ward that always remembered him. Reflection—Lila struck the dome remnants. Broke apart like fine china. One down. Rosa. Rushed at reflection-Rosa machetes colliding in a whirlwind of metal and sparks. Elena and Alexander fought as if they’d been partners since forever—Elena crouched, knees, Alexander towering rebar shattering skulls. Mamá Sofia strode directly toward her stronger self hands bare and when the reflection lunged with those crimson scalpel fingers Mamá grasped her wrists and twisted. Bone broke. The reflection screamed. Mamá leaned in near.

Miranda leaped from her seat, a soft, choked cry escaping her throat, her trembling fingers pointing at his feet. Hussein looked down at his shoes, his eyes widening in shock and horror as the worms swarmed mercilessly. He jumped off the sofa, trying to comprehend what was happening, and fearing he would be completely caught. Miranda approached, her face a mixture of surprise and horror, whispering, "What's this? How did these worms get into your shoes?" Hussein hastily pressed his shoe against the worms. They died instantly, but left thick streams of blood flowing across the floor.

I screamed at her. The rotten sprang out from underneath two piles of packages and threw Barsha to the pavement. Before the rotten buried its fangs into Barsha's forearm, she screamed once. She screeched even louder and began to yank and try to kick. I couldn't fire the bullet even if she was absolutely motionless, and I couldn't even do that now.

With great surprise, Morgan and Alessia immediately wanted to attack Borges but accidentally when Borges had cut Alessia's body, Borges was very surprised by what was in front of his eyes but his sword had already penetrated part of Alessia's body. Borges immediately approached Alessia but a very angry Alessia could be seen on her face with a hiss like a snake. Until finally Borges grabbed Alessia's shoulder and Borges tears fell right on Alessia's face. Finally, Alessia began to regain consciousness from Queen Medusa's hypnosis that had been exposed to her. "Don't be sad it's not your fault" Alessia said softly to Borges before he died. You can see Alessia immediately grabbed Borges' cheek

Not at the second pier. What they found was worse. A body. Male. Beaten. Tortured. Executed. And beside it: a flash drive, zip-tied to the man’s severed wrist. Alessio took it. No label. No instructions. Just bait for another kind of war. --- Back at the estate, Emilia paced the war room while Alessio loaded the footage on the encrypted monitor. She braced herself for gore. She got something else. The video opened on Rosa—alive, bruised, blindfolded. Sitting in a chair, wrists bound.

Did it have something to do with the death of the two witches? I turned my attention back to Boris. He no longer looked confident, and his eyes were wide with horror. He was backing away slowly, and I smirked. I raised my hand towards him, and his lips trembled. “What did you say about my power being unable to touch you? No, don’t answer. Let’s try,” I mocked, and I threw flames at him. He managed to dodge, but I stalked towards him, launching fire after fire. Two rogues jumped to his defense, but I burned them and sent one flying toward Hayes, who pounced and bit his neck. More attackers came after us, but Hayes fought them off valiantly. I sent two more flames toward Boris. He was too slow

Rossa screamed as sharp fangs sank deeply into her arm. The basin fell from her hands. Raw meat scattered across the ground. Rossa tried pulling her arm back while crying in terror. “Help… help…” But no one came. No one cared. And before she could free herself— another dog rushed out. Then another. And another. Rossa’s body collapsed onto the ground as four dogs began biting her at the same time. Her screams echoed throughout the back area of the mansion. Pain. Unbearable pain. Their fangs sank into her arms. Her shoulders. Her legs.

His t-shirt was torn, bruises and cuts all over his body. Tears carelessly rolled down Elena's cheeks as she look at Luke. She screamed and cried, Luke not responding. "You would not do anything, Conor!" the woman yelled, walking towards Conor. She looked at Elena and then shook her head. "Enough." "Oh, Rose," he smirked. "Don't get into this. Just stay out of it." Oh, she was Rose. Elena immediately felt the urge to hate her. "I will not!" She yelled. "Just stop it. It's been years, Conor."