Dead Reckoning Novel Novels & Stories

The only difference was their hands were twitching in adrenaline and my heart was racing with excitement. I missed this. This is what I was born to do. I was born a killer and I will always be a killer. My skills were unmatched. The drive was like deja vu from the last time we were down here. I was on an assignment but Scarlet was with me. Shaking my head, I shoved her far from my mind. There was no room for love or mercy right now. Now is the time for revenge. The cars slowed to a stop as quietly as possible. Filing out of the cars, it began our four mile hike through the woods before Kyle, Mason and I went further a few more miles and the last half mile was mine alone. We had ear pieces th

The packhouse was bustling with activity, but I tried to remain inconspicuous as I searched for Hugo. I took a deep breath and stepped into the packhouse. The familiar scent of wolves hit my nostrils, bringing back memories of my time as a prisoner. I cautiously roamed around the packhouse, trying to stay hidden. As I turned a corner, I saw Hugo sitting at the dining table with Dawn and another man I didn't recognize. The aroma of the food they were eating made my stomach rumble, reminding me of the meager meals I had in the forest dungeon. As I was about to call out to Hugo through the mind link, a warrior rushed into the dining room from another angle. He lowered his head in respect for Da

Everything appeared quiet and serene in contrast to her. Emma took a deep breath as she gazed at the night sky, hoping to calm her inner storms, but nothing worked. Her heart and soul were restless knowing what lay in store for her. Silence loomed around her, the quietness was a hollow reminder that she was away from everything. Away from her little brother, away from Mina. She was all alone in a new place surrounded by new people. Emma didn't want to be here, but she had to. It wasn't a wedding, but rather a deal in which she had lost herself.

Albeit, slowly, it didn’t even make a single sound. My mind instantly trailed back to the book I had previously read in the pack library. ‘There are 4 Reavers that rule the Underworld.’ Raphael was one of the names in the book. I was snapped from my thoughts when I looked up and found myself face to face with an eerily gorgeous man.

I wanted to believe Declan could be trusted, but the shadows in his past always seemed to shape his present. Declan growled as if saying, "Let's move," breaking the silence as he began to pad forward into the snow, his movements fluid and powerful. I hesitated, glancing back at the Whispering Reef for a moment, the remnants of a disaster that had drawn us into the wilderness. It felt like a ghost, haunting us with its unfinished business. I couldn't help but think of what had happened there, of the unhinged souls lurking in those caves. The mocking laughs I heard echoed in my mind, filled with lunacy and malice, pushing me to question whether this journey would lead us toward the light or bi

Ard'al helped the boys up out of the trap door and tried to keep them from seeing the carnage that had destroyed their home. He knew that rogue werewolves were dangerous, but he never could have imagined that this one would kill so many people. This rogue was rare however because it had been an Alpha that had been beaten but not killed for his position. The first kill had been three weeks ago three villages over. The council had gotten word immediately of the killing and had sent him and his men out to investigate. Ten bodies later and it was finally over.

The ninth time I tried to divorce my husband, Don Louis Romano, my best friend Jenny Parker, who had always talked me out of it, handed me the papers herself. Every time before, she'd done everything in her power to stop me. She'd even taken over the Family's day-to-day affairs just to create chances for us to see each other and reconcile. I took the papers and couldn't help but ask. Years of pent-up exhaustion showed in Jenny's eyes, and to my shock, her voice was edged with resentment. "You got Vivian shot this time. She nearly didn't make it. How long are you going to keep this up?!" Vivian Hale was the woman Louis had been seeing. I stared at her in disbelief. "Vivian's had a hard life.

At port one night, heard of the ghost ship along with some other things. Captain Shane Reynolds once was the most feared pirate on the seven seas and most days, he still was. However, there was another pirate whose name was more feared than his own and he vowed to hunt him down. Problem was, no one has ever lived to tell the tale of Captain Reddick of the White Wolf. A few letters had been found telling of a deserted ship. The only life on board is a woman chained and blindfolded in the captain’s cabin. The girl is always rescued, but the ship was now notorious for being a ghost ship. Shane scoffed at this, he didn’t believe in the supernatural. He just figured it was an ugly and disfigured

“Kier, we have a fucking problem.” A low growl escaped Kieran’s throat and he pinched the bridge of nhis nose. If another shipment went missing, he would start killing his men down at the docks for their incompetence. Sighing, he answered. “What the fuck now?” He heard the frustrated sigh from Massimo and raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. “There’s a bloodbath down at the docks. They have compromised white shipments. It’s all here, but they might have tainted it.“ Massimo said, waiting for his brother’s response.

The dockyard reeked of rust and brine, a graveyard of forgotten ships and forgotten men. Chains swung in the sea breeze, clinking like metronomes keeping time for something inevitable. Valdeck crept between stacks of decaying shipping containers, shadows clinging to him like a second skin. His breath came shallow, every inhale sharp, every exhale strained. He had played this game for years dodging debtors, rivals, crooked cops. Betrayals were nothing new. But tonight was different. Tonight weren't bounty hunters or thugs on a payroll. Tonight, it was her.