Romans & histoires Calamitous Intervention

I slightly knocked his door, I knew he would be awake, he constantly suffered from insomnia, it started after a raid we did. The pack was filled with a lot of rogue wolves constantly causing havoc to the realm, harassing women and stealing from men. Then during the raid, he accidentally killed a little girl. He misfired an arrow and it hit a five years old girl. That was the most broken state I have seen Calum in, he held the girl crying till she took her last breath, she begged him to save her but he knew that there was nothing he could do. The arrow had hit her heart and she was bleeding fast. Nazeera tried all she could but there was really nothing she could do.

All she saw in her mind's eye was how Labeebah gasped for breath over and over before Dr Ma'mun got to her. "I don't know any one with this level of evil intent. She's just an actress, who could she have offended. My little baby is just being herself, she's never hurt anyone not could she hurt anyone." Dr Ma'mun nodded, he knew just about that himself. "I know. I just worry about her as my patient and her safety. Since someone could plan well enough to come into Diezemane through the ceiling." Labeebah's aunt didn't speak, her husband rubbed her hands that were clasped in her lap.

Influence over British supernatural governance that had historically operated with a degree of independence the Covenant found inconvenient. The argument for intervention as stabilization: instability spread. The Covenant had learned this from the last time British supernatural governance had fractured seriously, which was 1645, and the chaos had taken forty years to contain and had cost the Covenant three member states in the process. She let both sides run for twenty minutes before she spoke again, which was the correct amount of time to let a debate establish itself before redirecting it. "The question isn't whether to intervene," she said. "The question is what form intervention takes."

he says. The words slam into me. Sharp. Unfamiliar. Wrong. I stagger back a step. “No…” I whisper. The figure watches carefully. Observing. Cataloging. “Fascinating,” they murmur. “The detachment is almost complete.” “What did you do to him?” I snap. “I removed interference.” “I am not interference!” “You are instability,” they correct calmly. Anger surges through me. Hot. Uncontrolled. “Say that again,” I challenge. “You introduce unpredictability,” they continue, unfazed. “Hesitation. Emotional deviation from optimal outcomes.”

Silence. The instructor stepped forward slowly. “Explain the deviation.” Nyx lifted her chin. “Ethical recalibration.” A ripple of shock. The instructor’s smile thinned. “This is strategy, Miss Calder. Not philosophy.” “Strategy without philosophy is just organized violence,” she replied. The room froze. Alaric spoke before the instructor could. “The deviation preserved long-term stability.” Nyx turned to him, startled. He continued calmly. “Excessive casualties create insurgency variables. Her adjustment prevented future destabilization.”

"But certainly some pragmatic shred of self-interest remains?" Callum stopped, a calculated look flitting over his damaged features, surprising me. I persisted, hoping against hope I could expose gaps in his craziness. "Look around you your great fortifications and big ideas lie destroyed. Your allies left or turned against you your armies are destroyed. How long until the other wolves come together and grind you underfoot, even if you could murder us all here today?" I held out placating gestures with my hands. "But it need not be this way. Surrender now turn yourself up to the council's justice I will speak on your behalf advocating clemency. We can find a way ahead to begin repairing the

“Webb has been running a coordinated operation targeting a human student named Calen Reed since before he accepted the principal position at this university. His stated motive to me was installing a cooperative figure in my oversight role. His actual motive connects directly to Morrison’s extraction program, which was terminated when Morrison died but apparently not dismantled at the council level.” One of the members beside Webb, a woman named Petra who I’d spoken to twice before, said, “Those are significant claims.” “They are.” I opened the folder I’d brought and placed three documents on the table. “Webb approached me privately and offered to destroy documentation he’d been compiling aga

“You are making absolutely no sense, Mr. Calmar. Your reason makes no sense.” “That’s understandable, sir. You can’t presently see the danger she poses. You may punish me as you wish, but I will never feel guilty. I did the right thing by trying to get rid of her.” “Mr. Calmar…” Alessandro quickly wore his dark aura and things looked like they were about to get intense.

Suddenly, Lucian interrupted her, clearly irritated as he furrowed his brows, "It would be great if you could pick a quieter spot for your drama next time. Please avoid dragging others into it. Your parents would be mourning and dealing with significant compensation if anything had gone awry today due to your recklessness." Charlotte's pained expression remained frozen as she gazed at the cold, heartless man before her. Her emotions seemed less turbulent than when she struggled in the lake. How could this man be so cold-hearted? Shouldn't he be comforting her in a situation like this? Charlotte's voice quivered with emotion as she yelled, "Who gave you the authority to step in and save me? I

Righteous panic only worked if people remained stupid long enough to weaponise it. I nodded once. “That’s what I thought,” I said. Josiah finally spoke. “How do you know it was Calista?” I turned to him. “Because Calista is the only one malicious enough to do something like this.” Direct. Sharp. True enough that I did not need to decorate it. If any of them wanted proof, they could seek it from the look on her face the last time she stood in my territory and failed to get what she thought fear entitled her to.