Combatants Will Be Dispatched Volume 7 Novels & Stories

Andrius’ reflection in his eyes shattered instantly. It was clear that the killing intent in his heart had reached an unimaginable level. Facing the Seventh Elder’s gaze, Andrius suddenly smiled as he said, “Attack!” Swoosh... As soon as he spoke, the elite soldiers from the Lycantroops immediately surged forward like a tidal wave. The Seventh Elder’s eyes could not help but twitch. He never thought that Andrius would truly possess the guts and determination to wage war against the Swallows, and it would be a battle to the death!

He fell forward like a puppet whose strings had been cut, his body hitting the marble with a heavy, metallic thud. "It's the C7!" I shouted to the Unbound who were beginning to rally. "Aim for the base of the neck! You have to sever the hardware!" The battle for the palace became a grotesque dance of biology versus machinery. The Unbound, driven by their new, violet-tinted instincts, fought with the ferocity of the wild. But the Inertia Soldiers were relentless. For every one I disabled, two more stepped through the mist. They were the perfect "Antibody" to our "Infection."

Chapter 1 "Ohhh! Gosh! What an amazing moves! They are just falling like UFO' she whispered to herself. She could no longer move from her position due to nervousness. She was washing her face outside the gate of Andrea mansion seven o'clock in the morning. There was a faucet near to Mother Mary's garden. She plans to go to Mama Mary's Grotto and clean up its surroundings. There she saw a helicopter flying around. The height of the helicopter's flight was almost above the tallest coconut tree. Suddenly there were scout rangers jumping from up above. They just circled moving down in the air and stood up on the ground like they're standing holding in the positions of their high powered gun. Ja

So they stood facing each other, only ten meters separating the two combatants. Red hair, red eyes, and blue flames VS Brown hair, flaming yellow eyes, and crimson fire. All was still, and then- It began

Morozova, cold and professional. "Denver ready." Eriksson, eager for violence. "Singapore standing by." Kessler, methodical. "Mumbai awaits your command." Konstantin, ancient vampire unruffled by impending battle. "São Paulo prepared." Baba Yevgenia, witch matriarch who'd volunteered personally. Seven teams. Seven facilities. Hundreds of warriors ready to risk everything for children they'd never met. "Execute on my mark," Anya commanded. "Three... two... one... mark." They moved.

Biting down on her bottom lip, she gently rubs her growing stomach which seemed invisible until she turns slightly to the side as a smile graced her face. “Hello, mommy’s baby, wait until daddy sees you, I love you so much.” TO BE CONTINUED… P.S. Sorry for the short chapter guys, currently working on the next as you read. Heat Vol 2. Is meant to finish this month, so expect frequent chapters, and all those who are back to school, hope you enjoy it and that all goes well with your education ;)

Xander was a towering presence, his ice-blue eyes filled with a primal fury as he swept through the battlefield, his strikes precise and devastating. Vivi lost track of time as the battle raged on, her focus narrowing to the task at hand. She could feel the Starfire pulsing within her, a steady rhythm that guided her movements and bolstered her mates' efforts. Together, they were an unstoppable force, a united front against the chaos that threatened to engulf them.

a voice growled from the back. Arric stood his ground, his team flanking him, ready for battle. "Make me," he replied defiantly. Nigel, Jimothy, and Craineghis jumped down from the craft in an impressive prance. With that, the battle erupted in a flurry of claws, fangs, and growls. Arric and his team moved with precision and ferocity, taking down their opponents one by one. Bishop, skilled with unmatched agility, spun and dodged attacks with deadly accuracy. York, with brute strength, bulldozed through the enemy lines, leaving a trail of defeated foes in his wake. Craineghis used intelligence to outwit his opponents and strike from unexpected angles. Jimothy, unleashed his fury with unmatche

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

"I can’t like someone who declared war on me. But I won’t let him win that easily. This is my territory, and I know everything about the company—he won’t be able to." "Good luck with that, girl. Just remember that the deal is to get along, not kill each other while living together. That’s the only way you’ll each get half. It’s that or nothing," she said. "I have to go, Amanda. We’ll talk later." "Take care," I got into the car and headed back home. God, my head hurts. That tea didn’t have the desired effect. When I got home, I was stunned by what I saw. There was a moving truck unloading furniture and decorations and taking them into my house. Someone, please kill me.