Dead Wrath And Beyond Novels & Stories

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

"Why can't I say it? Just hearing it already tears you apart, eh? What about me, the one who lived it? Do you think I don't feel the pain? "Noah, it hurts so much… It really hurts!" Nemera wept bitterly, but inside, I could feel that she was utterly calm. Noah cradled her carefully, whispering, "Sadie, I'll avenge you. I swear I will." Nemera buried her face in his chest, her tearful eyes looking up at him. "I lost my mother, my father, and my child… I may have even lost the chance to ever be a mother again.

He tightened the grip of his sword. Alpha Lowell stepped back a little bit and threw another fireball at him, which exploded in a cloud of red flame and black ash. Reaper Swithun clenched his jaws; a growl rumbling through his throat "You'll die tonight.” Then Reaper Swithun's face morphed into snarl. "My pleasure!" Alpha Lowell said with a sarcastic smile and cast another red flame fireball. However, he quickly retreated, and the ball of fire flew, hitting the tree against which Moroi Ace Denzell was standing.

"Wade, where did you just come from? Do you know what's going on near the base?" Wade stared at her with cold eyes. Janice was covered in dirt and had tears that smeared the grime across her face. He had come to report on the situation at the training grounds. At her question, he shook his head. "I think it's quite bad." He already knew something had happened over there before he arrived. Such incidents were almost normal in Bellador, but this time was different—terrorism had struck near an important base. Janice couldn't hold back anymore. She gripped Wade's sleeve tightly. "Can you help me find Ari?"

He left the house as quietly as he’d entered it, straddled his bike, and rode back to Reading. He’d find the rest of the Night Stalkers and kill them too if he had to. They were going to come after him, but he needed to know how much they knew. They obviously didn’t know what he looked like, because Davey Shearman hadn’t known he was Wrath. That was something that would work in his favor. It wasn’t like he didn’t have time. He needed to warn Bandit; killing the Night Stalker leaders had been because of Melanie and the Road Warriors. They could be targeted too.

With just a call, the group of black-clad men lurking around Lane Manor appeared. They were all death dealers hired from the black market who would do anything for money. And their leader was Earthrank elite number thirty-two—Dwight Houston of the Crestone Fists.

Sandy smiled and said, "Of course. We're launching a new program that gives every criminal a chance to atone for their crimes. With a bailiff present, they will meet with the victims or their families, then confess what they have done." The broadcast cut to the repentance scene. I stood beside Sandy and watched Ruby and Danny brought in together, standing side by side. Then, I smiled in satisfaction. "I'll kill you! You murderers!" A bottle of sulfuric acid flew at them. Danny's eyes went wide with terror. Without thinking, he pulled Ruby in front of him. "Ah! Help me! It hurts, it hurts!"

I could only watch through the smoke as Draven Ashford stood on the pavement outside, his silver-plated automatic leveled at Leana’s chest. She was crying, her hands pressed against her stomach to protect the boy we’d been waiting for. She couldn't get the door open. "Please, Draven!" I roared, the sound tearing my throat to pieces as I threw my weight against the harness. "Take the territory! Take the docks! Just let her out of the car!" Draven didn't even blink. He just smiled, that aristocratic, lazy grin on his face as he pulled the trigger twice. The glass shattered, and she collapsed onto the wet asphalt, her blood mixing with the fuel running into the gutter.

No light at all beyond the glass except the faintest suggestion of the unpaved road, pale as a scar, winding away into nothing. Domenico stands behind the desk with his back to me, looking at the photographs on the wall. He does not turn when I enter. He is wearing a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and I see the watch before I see anything else. A heavy steel case on his left wrist, too large for him, the band loose enough that it sits below the bone. It catches the lamplight and holds it. He wears it the way a man wears something he did not choose but will not remove, something that has become part of the weight he carries and no longer notices.

The same fate befell the second, and the third was destroyed in an explosion of bones. Dr. Theodria had recovered and his anger was truly terrible. But he was not going to rush into revenge. He was going to savor every moment he spent punishing Viktor for his audacity. Through a combination of luck, willpower, and sheer terror, Viktor had managed to awaken the dead to defend himself. Yet he lacked the power and, more importantly, the control possessed by someone as experienced in black magic as Theodria. The Tomb Raider was showing him who the real master was. The time had come for Viktor to die.