Bravo Two Zero Novel Novels & Stories

He closed his eyes, opened them, and stared at the screen again. His thumb hovered uselessly above the glass. Instinctively, his eyes darted to the top of the portal page to double-check the routing parameters. He checked the account identifier first. The name listed was Ethan Vale. He checked the deployment reference marker. Node 04 — Industrial Logistics Complex. Correct. He checked the settlement execution date. Today’s timestamp. Correct. Then his eyes traveled back down to the final payout line. His brow furrowed deeply. "No," he whispered, his voice flat with immediate disbelief. "That's... that's a system glitch. Someone dropped a zero. Or three."

Something about him resembled Azrael. “Glad to know you’re getting accustomed to our ways.” Accustomed? Forced. She was being forced to their ways. If it was someone else other than Maverick, she would have sassed out but it was Maverick. She gulped hard and lowered her head as she timidly stood rooted to her place waiting for him to say anything further. Zero glanced at Maverick and then at Grace before he let out a chuckle. “You just scared the poor girl.” Zero took long and confident strides towards the duo and before Grace could sense him, he was already in touching distance and his fingers were wrapped around her slender wrist. She flinched, immediately jerking her wrist but his hold on

Another world that I did not know. "It seems like she will die soon," the shrill voice cried. " This is the beginning of war. I would definitely kill those bastards that turned me this way! Let my soul sleep, and a demon rises. I was locked in the cell for a very long time. It seemed that the vervain would very soon mix entirely with my blood. And if that happened, I would breathe the last page of the book of my life very soon. "Take her out. She's definitely a fugitive, but she's still a vampire," Brock ordered. Disdain was written all over his face, and he looked at me with contempt, his mistress being a few meters away from us.

he finalized. The soldiers erupted in cheers and howls, a new found strength surging through them. A strength of conviction and belief. ******************* Vanessa sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes glued on the book she was reading. She had been on the book all day, reading about the Ascendants of the white phoenix and she was loving it. "What are you doing?" She heard a cold, dark tone. She raised her head but couldn't see anything; the room was dark, and she realized that the day was gone already.

Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins. One raw, guttural scream tore out of me, and then the sound of a baby crying filled the room. On my phone, the screen was still frozen on one last image. Jasper and Fiona were locked in a kiss beneath the Aurelian Tower. I held my crying son and let the tears fall without stopping.

Alexander POV My mind was erasing the betrayal of her father by hearing her moan my name. My wolf was so happy, excited, and filled as her body was responding to our touch. She was clinging to my body, trembling under me. I used her until there was no more room. I was in the valley of pleasure that blurred everything, the pain, betrayal, and endless chain of hate.

A wall of radiating heat and pure Alpha dominance wrapped around me, paralyzing my wolf. ​"Quiet, little one," a voice rasped against my ear. It was cold and vibrated through my entire skeleton. "You’re coming with us." ​I looked up, my breath hitching. I saw a beautiful, carved face and eyes the color of a winter storm. They were heartless and captivating all at once. Noah. ​"She’s the one," another voice drifted from the trees, this one lighter, mocking, and dangerous. A second man stepped into the moonlight, a blood-stained smirk playing on his lips. Cassian. ​The mark on my chest flared, burning white-hot. I wasn't a survivor, I was a prize.

she whispered. She leaned in, and for a heartbeat, the rivalry vanished. The kiss was a collision of worlds the salt of her skin meeting the heat of his. It was desperate and primal, a brief sanctuary of flesh and blood against the encroaching cold of the machines. In that moment, the "Architect" and the "Alpha" were gone; there were only two hearts beating against the end of the world. CRACK. The door didn't just open; it shattered. Subject Zero lunged through the smoke. It was a horrifying sight: a wolf the size of a grizzly, its spine reinforced with glowing fiber-optic cables, its claws tipped with vibrating monomolecular blades.

I didn't get any rest that night. Tyra rested one blade over her lap, Kieran sat close to me, half-awake, half-alert, and Malek snuggled against the wall. However, I was unable to close my eyes. Not after what I had witnessed. Subject Zero wearing my face, though not me. She was not Echo. Echo was the ideal weapon; she was smooth and icy. Zero, however, was something different; Not made to follow orders, it wasn't even made to be copied.

As the ambulance sped away, its siren blaring, the house fell into dead silence once more. I was brought back to the cold, dark night when I was abandoned all by myself, with only the darkness for company. Clutching my head, I crawled up slowly from the floor. No matter how much I relented and how much I gave way, Vivian wasn't willing to let me go. If that was the case, then I was willing to play this game with her.