Combatants Will Be Dispatched Volume 7 Novels & Stories

I don't kill, I immobilize. I was in the full battle mode now, and wolves were falling at my feet. I was ripping into the side of a gold-coloured wolf, I was distracted. Too distracted to see a rouge lunge at my right. The wolf knocked me to the floor and I growled as blood pooled from my side. The battle was drawing to a close, the rouges were retreating. The wolf tearing at my body was doing it out of spite. I struggled, made a last attempt to lunge and my teeth sunk into his throat. He thrust away from me and retreated, blood dripping from his coat. I sunk down as the pack began howling in victory, a soft smile working its way onto my lips

“Look, we’re warriors, yes. But I’m talking about strategy—about maximising our advantage. Packs are already preparing. Take Alpha Jericho, for example; his warriors are rumoured to be equipped with illegal weapons that make his confidence in battle almost a given. If he’s armed to the teeth and we show up with nothing but claws, we’re at a disadvantage.” I watched as Rowon’s face fell, his eyes darting from Darius to my father, almost as if hoping someone would agree with him. But my father’s expression was unreadable. Rowon’s confidence was visibly crumbling under Darius’s relentless logic, and a satisfied smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.

Maybe not even to myself. "Your family destroyed mine," I said instead. "This seems... poetic." She nodded slowly, like she'd expected that answer. "Three days, then." "Three days." She left, closing the door softly behind her. I stood there in the empty room, wondering what the hell I'd just agreed to. My phone buzzed, a text from Dec, Please tell me you didn't just do something monumentally stupid. I typed back, Define stupid. You know exactly what I mean. That was Elara Vance. VANCE. As in, your family's sworn enemy, as in, the granddaughter of the man who destroyed your grandfather.

She smiled as she took the two packages from her without being able to slow as the commander was still all but dragging her along. When they came outside, the two stately cars were waiting, each with a warrior standing at the open door and one behind the wheel, along with an SUV ahead of each of them filled with more warriors. Moira came rushing out of the kitchen with two large coolers. “These are for the warriors, Gemma.” “Thank you again, Moira.” She smiled gratefully as she attempted to shuffle the packages in her hand to grab the large coolers. “Leave it.” The commander ordered and she turned to him indignantly. “Moira is a wolf; those coolers will break your back.” He muttered low

There are still quite a few faces to observe. "Commander Burk will be fighting a Mangog...Captian Nole will be fighting a Latroot...Lieutenant Modok will be fighting a Bunte...Commander Garlof will be fighting a Zobilo...Captian Cull will be fighting a Balsig," the announcer says, and I stiffen involuntarily. Krystal grabs my hand like she did when Cull was fighting, and I give her a thankful grin. Just because the fights should be easier doesn't mean the beasts aren't dangerous.

Another line drawn. Hector saw that too and recalculated. Sabine smiled faintly. “You brought too little for a snatch and too much for a reconciliation.” That was when it broke. Not because anyone screamed. Because Hector lunged for me. Not a wild move. Fast. Targeted. The kind of reach a man makes when he still believes blood outranks consent when the night is cold enough and witnesses are wrong enough. Renaud hit him before I could step back. Not with a fist.

I braced myself for his attack and was determined to face him head-on. Alpha Damien lunged himself forward, his claws aiming at my neck. I met with his attack, and we both held each other’s claws. I could feel the raw power radiating from his body. I knew I stood no chance against such a formidable opponent. “I will drag you on the floor and take you back to Fenrir. I will expose your true colors before him. I will also drag your family to him and make them watch as Fenrir tears you limb from limb.” Damien said and grabbed my neck with his left claw.

“This isn’t sparring for points. This isn’t training for the Bloodmate Board. This is survival. Humans face vampire threats. Vampires face human weapons—silver, UV rounds, holy water cocktails. Both face the Swarm if another rift opens. And we don’t know what else is coming. Unknown alien threats. New species. New horrors. The Accords bought us time. They didn’t buy us safety.” He paced slowly. “Combatives. Self-defense. No powers. No fangs. No empathy. No technopathy. Just body and will. You’ll be paired. You’ll fight until one yields or can’t continue. Medics are on standby. No shame in tapping. Shame is in not fighting like your life depends on it—because one day it will.” He began callin

The soldiers fight with unwavering determination, their resolve unbreakable. Amidst the chaos, Hudson's presence is a constant, a shield that protects my flank and ensures my safety. Together, we carve a path of destruction, striking down traitors with a primal ferocity that shakes the very foundations of their rebellion. Our battle cries echo across the battlefield, a symphony of defiance and triumph. And as the sun begins its descent, casting long shadows across the battlefield, the traitors crumble before our unwavering assault. Beta Arlo, lay broken and defeated at my paws.

Chapter 37 • • • • • • • • • • The clash between Levi and Sangre's man intensified, his movements blurring together in a symphony of power and agility. The sound of fists meeting flesh reverberated through the clearing, accompanied by grunts of exertion and the occasional cry of pain. The air crackled with an electric energy, a testament to the intensity of their battle. Levi's mind focused solely on his opponent, his instincts guiding his every move. He danced on the edge of exhaustion, his body pushed to its limits. Yet, he fought on, drawing strength from the bonds of camaraderie and the shared purpose of their mission.