Call Of Duty Adler Novels & Stories

I faced him, my intention for him to see the hatred in my pupils successful. "See how easy it was to grab your attention by calling his name?" He straightened up, "Can't have that," He left me on the patio, alone and motionless and silent, afraid if I said a word, I would relish all of my pent-up frustration in my cupped hands. Departing from Italy? His words echoed in my mind: was there another accurate way to describe the end of my life? *** ADLER "Site clear?" "Wait a sec." Adler jabbed his elbow against the side of the soldier's neck, and when his victim slowly slid to the floor, he sighed and murmured into the mouthpiece, "Done, site B ready."

“How do I look?” “Gorgeous. As always.” We joined the stream of trainees heading to the training field. The air buzzed with nervous energy as five Alphas stood before us, commanding attention without even trying. But my eyes locked on only one. ”Adrian” He carried his father’s legendary aura and his own raw power like a second skin. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features and an intensity that made the morning cold feel suddenly warmer. When he spoke, explaining our purpose here and the brutal expectations ahead, his voice rolled over the field like thunder,calm, authoritative, impossible to ignore.

Alder comments with a sardonic smile, completely unfazed by the whole situation “I won't repeat myself Kingsley,you better comply or I would blow your fucking brains out and fed your remains to vultures”my father responses, his face could compete with a statue—cold and unmoving. This is the type of person he turns into when he feels any of us is in danger Not only is Alder not panicked, but he also apparently has a death wish. Because he says “Go ahead do it, that's the only way you'll get me to stay away from your daughter”

Adam was keen to know who exactly it was he was looking for. After he had finished drinking the last wine in his glass, he went back inside and into his room. Adam removed his shirt and then flung it on the couch in his apartment. He was making his way toward the cabinet in his room, where he kept some of his weapons. Adam hasn't made use of these weapons in quite some time. He pulled out his katana and stood there staring at it. Since Adam started working at SS Entertainment, Alister has taken the role of him and his organization as the person most responsible for it.

POV: Luther The mine breathed like a beast with a mouth full of knives. Heat pulsed from the adit. Floodlights jittered over rusted rails. Beneath oil and dust, something hammered my ribs like a trapped bird Rowan, Hyden, Lily, Daisy. Not scent marrow. Blood calling blood. “South adit,” Kade crackled. “Two squads on rotation. Heat stack two levels down. Your door, Alpha.” “Our door,” Recce answered, and my body became the weapon he picked up.

Making them merge with the other groups. We train daily. We are responsible for learning as many tactics as possible. I as well as both betas and James are the main snipers. We usually are the first to arrive at the scene and the last to leave the scene. We gotta specialize in everything. From artillery to, combat, human and wolf form. Our specialty consists of different martial arts, combat, being the best with weapons, and my favorite.... being swift with the sword. There's just something about ripping a vamps head off with one single swift from my blade. Almost like a knife going through butter.

"YOU! You dare have my beta arrested without notifying me?! You think you can just sabotage my pack?! You—" I tuned him out. Because Dante wasn't looking at me. He was staring at Nyx. Deep breath, Levi. Evan elbowed me again. Hard. "-had no right to interfere in Red Fang business!" Adler continued screeching. "Arresting him, spreading lies about witch hunts—" "Should I have arrested you instead?!" I snapped. "Feel free to confess if you're guilty, saves me the time." Adler's mouth opened. His son puffed out his useless chest.

Adrain’s POV My name is Adrian, the alpha of Wild Pack. I became the alpha of the Pack after my father died suddenly. He went to bed and never woke up from his sleep. I was just 22 years old at that time and was not ready to lead anyone, talk more of being the Alpha of one of the largest packs in the werewolf territory. As a child I watched my father be burdened with the pack's responsibilities and that of other smaller packs that had treaties with us. Due to this, he had little or no time for me and my mother.

Why was he saying these things? “She’s been keeping me grounded,” Adrian continued, his voice dropping slightly, as if sharing a private joke. “Don’t you think she’s extraordinary?” Callum’s voice was like a whip, cutting through the murmurs. “What game are you playing, Adrian?” Adrian tilted his head, his grip on my neck tightening slightly before letting go. “No game,” he said, his smile unwavering. “Just introducing someone important to me.” My heart raced, my mind spinning as I tried to make sense of everything. Adrian and Callum were brothers. Adrian had a dark past, one that involved madness and murder. And now, he was using me as some kind of shield—or weapon—in their twisted dynamic.

To clear his mind, he picked up his phone and called his right-hand man. "I need you to find someone," Adrian said, his voice deep and serious. He gave a detailed description of Luca the way he looked, the way he carried himself, and where he had been that night. "I want to know everything. Find out who he is and what he’s doing in this city."