Combatants Will Be Dispatched Volume 7 Novels & Stories

A classified battle deployment file rested beneath his arm. Six heavily armed veterans stood behind him. No one dared enter. Then the heat wave hit. A distorted blast of air escaped beneath the door. The wool fibers around the frame began curling and darkening. The assistant staggered backward. His spine collided with the carved railing. The veterans exchanged stunned looks. Their hands trembled around their rifles. The door itself groaned. Wood slowly warping beneath pressure. Inside— the blood bond continued escalating. The encoded message regarding the "bait" from earlier only made things worse.

It was just a simple action! Behind him, 30,000 heavily armed and armored combatants raised their guns. They took three steps forward! Thud, thud, thud! Like thunder in the sky, the sounds exploded in the hearts of everyone! The 30,000 fearless warriors took three steps forward like a formation forged by a torrent of steel. Then, the combatants at the forefront with shields made of special materials slammed them heavily on the ground, making the earth tremble! In this world, such an arrogant move could only be done by Reed Williams!

Chapter 29: The Last Stand Alpha Callum’s POV The air was thick with the scent of smoke and blood as I stood on the battlefield, my mind racing, my body burning from the brutal fight. My pack was scattered around me, fighting with every ounce of strength they had left. The rogues were relentless, overwhelming in their numbers, and despite our best efforts, we were losing ground. The chaos of battle swirled around me—shouting warriors, the clash of metal, and the earth beneath me shaking with each strike.

"You have your small army with you. How honorable. but pointless. What has already been started cannot be stopped. Dominick took a step forward and spoke without hesitation. "We'll check on that." A ruthless smile curved Eryndor's lips. "So let the eclipse determine your destiny." The combat started when he waved his hand, sending the enemy forces charging forward. The Last Confrontation As the two sides collided, chaos broke out. Snarls and screams reverberated over the area as wolves pounced at one another. The air crackled with magic as Lisa and Kieran's created shields of light collided with bolts of dark energy.

War reluctantly slipped his phone back into his pocket before following Khan. He had no idea how Khan managed to swipe a room key and was a little curious. By force or flirting? He knew when they called the sleazy motel a woman answered the phone... "Alright he's in this room. We're not killing him, just restraining and delivering him to another pack. Got it?" His Alpha questioned before sliding the key into it holder and a click sounding. The stench of blood immediately hit War as they slowly entered the small room. Everything looked normal. A small desk with a chair, hideous green carpeting and an old tv on a struggling wooden box...until his eyes hit the bed.

“Arm yourselves, and prepare for a fight. We won’t go down without a bloody struggle.” As the sound of rapid footsteps drew nearer, Alfred glanced around the cabin, his eyes meeting those of his men, their unwavering loyalty reflecting back at him. With a nod of mutual understanding, they readied themselves for the confrontation that awaited them. The cabin door burst open, and Damien’s malicious presence reverberated through the air. Alfred and his men locked eyes with their adversaries, a clash of wills and vengeance ready to unfold.

My mother kept calling me while I was on a stakeout. I had been hiding inside a van, watching the suspects for six hours. Then my phone screen suddenly lit up. The ringtone shattered the silence. I panicked and tried to put it on silent, but I accidentally hit the speaker button. A faint sound came from the phone. I felt terribly guilty and embarrassed. If we alerted the suspect, our entire operation tonight would be ruined. Captain Derek glanced over and saw that it was my mother calling. He lowered his voice and said, "Don't panic. Go take the call. Ethan and I will keep watch." Ethan frowned and quietly warned me, "Be careful. Don't give away our position." I gave them a grateful look bef

“Welcome to the fight, prima.” Marco’s voice was weak but real. “You’re a Vasquez.” I kissed Rosa’s forehead, blood and tears mixing. “My sobrina.” Alexander’s arm encompassed us. “Our home.” Lila’s nod was solemn. “Our army.” But the subway grate hissed. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in Rosa’s handwriting: VOLUME VII: THE NEW BLOOD. Rosa’s chest burned. She looked down.

I nodded and followed him through the camp until we reached the source of the fighting. A small battlefield had cropped up at the edge of the camp where about two dozen of those enemy soldiers were clashing with Pheonix men. They wore the same dark clothing and carried the same foul scent as those that had attacked Pheonix and I shivered at the sight of their glowing amber eyes and saliva-dripping fangs. "Esme cover me," Tobias ordered, his eyes locking on something a couple of hundred metres away.

The enemy forces were truly mere ants that didn't require his attention. "Kill them all, my armored battalion!" ordered Caspian. "Kill them!" roared his armored soldiers as they charged into battle without any hesitation. The Stairway to Enlightenment was soon painted red with blood, resembling a hellscape as corpses littered the floor. Gilbert and Nixon felt as if their hearts were stabbed by daggers as they could only watch their subordinates get massacred without any chance of fighting back. The only thing they could do now was to reach the top and snatch the Eldorian Scroll fragment from Caspian.