Borrasca Summary Novels & Stories

Everywhere there were corpses of men women and children rotting in the sunlight. “We need to bury all these people.” Willow stated with tears in her eyes. “If there were any survivors they have all scattered into the woods.” “Or ran to the castle.” Cassia added. She walked over to BoldR and grabbed Liliana from his back. “BoldR can you help us with the burial of all these people?” Cassia asked, her heart was heavy with grief. BoldR grunted and meandered over to where his cottage was. The fire had not touched his home so all of his belongings were still intact. Shortly after BoldR came out fully dressed in human form. He walked over to Cassia with a solemn expression.

I could feel the earth's texture under my fingers as I placed my left hand down for balance, the mulch crunching beneath my grip. Sir Borracho sprang into action first, summoning two barrels of alcohol. With a powerful throw, he sent the barrels hurtling towards the stingers. The collision released a burst of liquid, but it wasn't ordinary liquid. The stingers recoiled as if their very essence was being burned away, their balance disrupted. They thrashed in pain, their struggles akin to a creature fighting against searing torment. "Bonbon, it's time!" Sir Borracho's voice boomed with authority.

So far nothing came from the rogues, surely they were in there. Pythia and her team set up a barrier to keep the others trapped within the house. Man I could really learn a thing or two from her. I looked around to see if I could spot Leia, he should have sent her by now with all the commotion. Growls from the rogues house erupted, ah there it is. Stephen and the guys looked absolutely ready to kill anything that came out of that house. One by one rogues came crashing out as the house burnt down around them. I looked over to Ambrosia and saw some of her people were getting hurt. Those looked like newly turned vampires. Fuck. I focused on my spirit element expanding it out to everyone to help

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."

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

he repeated. She didn't realize she had unconsciously picked the book again, in the heat of the argument. She laid it atop the desk, careful not to expose the open page. Names glared in her periphery. Montoya still screaming in ink. Alejandro slammed the cover shut. “Leave,” he ordered. Inés hesitated. One second too long. The study door burst inward. Alonso strode in, curls rebel-wild, grin gone. “What is going on?” His gaze ping-ponged; gun, brother, maid.

One of Boss Hamadas men has hold of Baron. “Kare o musume no tokoro ni tsurete iki, musume ga hakkiri to mieru yo ni shite kudasai.” (Take him to his daughter, make sure he has a clear view of her.) “Hai.” He responds and Baron is dragged away, kicking and screaming to be released. Cass has her face buried in my neck as I rub my hand soothingly on her back, offering her more comfort. When Baron has been dragged out. I look around at the other Don’s and I can see they are all looking sad. They knew Gabriella Romano. Cass and Andros’s mother. They all respected the Romano family and I know they, too, have felt the loss.

“I—It’s not what it looks like—” However, Boris was already on him. He lunged, and the two crashed into the stone wall with a roar. Farkas flailed, but Boris was quicker and stronger, fuelled by the blazing wrath of betrayed love. His fist collided with Farkas’ face once—twice—until blood painted the floor. Lysara shrieked, grabbing for a blade from the nearby table, but I was faster. My wrists were still sore, but adrenaline coursed through my veins. With a final twist, I broke free from the last restraint and launched myself at her.

Just as she reached out to grasp the doorknob, Barbarosa came flying through the door, knocking her to the ground, her Glock soaring out of her waistband and across the floor, disappearing under the pile of books. Cadence had seen some unbelievably wretched monsters these last few weeks, but nothing prepared her for this. Pale white skin, covered in craters and thick wrinkles, draped down from his ancient face, his white hair in tufts around his head, whisping out like so many ghostly fingers. His eyes were not the steel gray she had expected, rather they were almost white, opaque in the centers. His jowls furrowed, his fangs exposed, surrounded by bleeding gums the color of crimson ocean ti

Larissa pondered for a moment. She then asked softly, "Do you want to have some blood, Ross?" Ambrose's thick lashes fluttered. He opened his eyes slowly. His eyes looked as if they were an infinite vortex. He gave off a feeling that he was weak, pale, and fragile. Larissa tugged her collar to the side. "Quick," she said through gritted teeth. Ambrose glanced at her deeply. He then hooked his arm on her neck and bit into her soft, fair skin on her neck effortlessly. Her blood gave his frail body energy. It made him hunger for more.