Novel & Cerita Captors

"Emereah is my Luna. No council, no law, no prophecy hammered out of fear shall alter that. If you cannot find it in your hearts to accept it—depart. I don't require your presence." Calrex waved a hand toward the guards. "Halt him! Don't forget who you are, Vladimir. You are Red Crescent Moon Pack Alpha!" But they did not stir. Vladimir's eyes scanned the soldiers. Not one moved forward. Even Captain Rhen lowered his eyes in silence. Next, a younger knight towards the back of the chamber whispered, "We are not servitors of scrolls. We are servitors of the Flame Warden." Vladimir slowly turned his head to him… and smiled.

People watch in silence, even the Tzauri who sit next to me and don't seem too concerned about the previous fight. Now they seem very interested. I look around. It's almost as if everyone is holding their breath. A beep sounds. Then another. My captor's brother projects his body forward and begins to transform. This still makes me very nervous and a little nauseous. They are very similar wolves. Only their eyes and armor differentiate them. My captor is at a disadvantage. They only have one eye. I realize I'm holding my breath, too. The third beep rings and they attack each other.

She felt a weight around her ankles and, upon closer inspection, noticed the glint of a metallic anklet. It dawned on her—the device was a power-restricting anklet, designed to prevent her from shifting into her wolf form. The woman standing over her chuckled, a cold and mocking sound that reverberated in the room. "There's no need for futile attempts, Astrid. Your little escapades won't work here. Lord Ragnar has taken measures to ensure you remain exactly where he wants you."

"Moonlit Gratitude" Under the captive's reluctant guidance, Luna, Alpha Burst, and Alpha Zephyr ventured further into the labyrinthine tunnels of the underground city. The atmosphere was tense, a palpable mix of anticipation and urgency. The captives trailed behind, their fate teetering on the thin thread of Luna's promise. As they approached what the sinister group referred to as "the destroyer," Luna's senses heightened. The air in the tunnels became charged with otherworldly energy. The captives, aware of the impending revelation, exchanged nervous glances.

He had been attacked by werewolves and there had been enough of them present to take down a dragon shifter. As if on cue, there is a scratching noise from in front of me. The sound of a key turning in a lock sends a chill down my spine. I hear a door knob turning, the door creaks at is pushed wide open. The room is still pitch black, except for a pair of golden orbs that are staring straight at me. I take a deep swallow, as I try to slow my racing heart. My captor was standing in front of me. Would they turn on the light and let me see their face. “Who are you?” I ask, my voice raspy.

he asked, getting up and stepping forward to stand in front of the small TV. “That’s his father. Van Di Corvo. He rules over my father and all the other cartels. He’s the Capo dei Capi,” I explained, walking up behind him and placing a hand on his back as he continued to stare at the screen. “A capo is-” I began to explain, but he finished for me, saying, Boss of bosses. I didn’t think he would know that since he didn’t know many things. “Are you okay, my love?” I asked gently, noticing the shift in his expression, and he nodded. “I’m fine. I just have this weird feeling… like I know them.”

Emotions rule them. "Ferin's men we've captured; eight vampires and ten werewolves. Twenty-two sketches have been distributed. Seven attacked General Nehan, five attacked Willy, and ten were hunters of rare animals in the Tongass forest." Revazio scribbled on a piece of paper. "Only ten captives whose faces resemble the sketches." Leon ate Garneta's cake while leaning his back on the sofa. "Your words are too convoluted, Revaz." Currently, they were in Orlan's workspace and sitting on the sofa.

They adjusted their grip, keeping one hand on my bicep and shoving their other one into my hair, forcing my head down. “Hey!” I yelled, and then they began to run. “Arienne!” I heard Samyak shout, and I felt the ground tremble beneath us as my captor broke into a laboured sprint. I dug my heels into the grass, but they found no purchase. “I’ve got her!” They yelled, spinning victoriously towards the hunters. My captor was a she, and with a horrible feeling in my gut, I recognised her voice.

On the last trip before Zeke Malone and I were set to register our marriage, someone clamped a hand over my mouth and dragged me into the bushes to assault me. Zeke and my sister, Crystal Bianco, arrived just in time to "save" me. That was when I heard Zeke switch to French and ask her, "Did you get enough footage just now?" "Yeah," Crystal answered back in French. "But isn't this unfair to Lizzie?" Zeke's voice turned grave. "The man was only acting. He never actually went through with it. We just needed the footage. As long as I don't hold it against her, that's all that matters. "Besides, you could win a Pulitzer for breaking this story. That's what actually matters here." I lay in

We almost made the concrete. The second Capture operator adjusted for the residual trail of the bond instead of the larger group heat and fired a low-velocity suppression round designed to disable the carrier without killing the secondary host. I stored the round itself a fraction of a second before impact. The effort dropped me to one knee. The Stage 2 transfer collapsed into pure emergency minimal function. Mara turned back to lay covering fire. The remaining Capture operator used the angle and put a clean lethal round through the upper chest of the remnant woman.