Novel & Cerita Deathstalker Book

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

"The Council has crossed a line. They aren't just trying to stop a Queen; they are trying to commit a deicide." Damon and Nathaniel burst into the room then, their Alphas' instincts having finally alerted them to the breach. They saw the ash on the floor, the blood on Félix, and the terror in my eyes. Damon let out a roar of such pure, unadulterated rage that the windows of the chamber shattered. "HOW DID IT GET PAST THE WARDS?!" "It was a Stalker, Damon," Nathaniel said, his silver eyes scanning the room, already analyzing the residue. "It didn't have a soul to detect. But it’s gone now."

Dead Silent! BOOK 2 ON THE WAY!! (Vengeance on the cruel Alpha King ) -THE END-

the Stalker was saying to a room full of shocked delegates, his voice amplified to a global audience, "to reveal a truth that will shake the foundations of our world. A truth about monsters who walk among us. A truth about a man named Jack Sterling." He held up the chip. "On this drive is proof. Proof of a shadow war, of corporate assassins, and of a plot to destabilize the globe. The Fenrir Council is not our enemy. They are our protectors. And Jack Sterling... Jack Sterling is the monster they have been trying to contain." Lorian's final, posthumous gambit had just been played. He hadn't tried to kill Jack. He had turned him into a pariah. He had painted him as the villain on a global stag

"I never needed the virus to be a King, Vance. You're the one who’s pathetic. You’ve spent your life trying to build a god, and all you’ve ever managed to create is a monster you’re too afraid to look in the eye." Vance’s smile didn't reach his eyes. "Brave. The last words of a dying species are always the most poetic." He signaled to the Stalkers. "Bring them in. I want the girl prepped for the extractor, and the male... well, he’s earned a front-row seat to his own obsolescence." The Stalkers surged forward. This was it. The moment of truth.

Beneath the ink of the raven, the damn cursed mark pulsed with a violent, waking burn I hadn't felt in thirteen long years. My vision blurred. Then I looked at the photo. Staring back at me were the familiar, cold gray eyes of the monster who had haunted my every waking moment for thirteen years. Rowan Ashwing-Kael Vexley,the Supreme Alpha of Stormveil and the Fire Lord of the Ashwing bloodline. He was the Beast of Flames? The monster breathing down the necks of the Hunters? And he was here? Right now? I stumbled backward, the edges of my vision blackening just as they had thirteen years ago.

So far, you have met or 'heard of' (ahem) the major leads, and now book two will be centred on: Daisy, Erden, Kassian, Bryant, the demon, a bit of travelling to different continents with Isaac and more of fierce Vivanna, lol, unfortunately, the bumbling and uncertain Vivanna dies in book one and comes back far more villainous in book two. I’d also like to thank you so much for reading. Undercover_Ostritch

She kind of looked like a demon. Carefully as not to startle her, he settled on the opposite side of their table and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking for?" The books she stacked on the table caught his attention. "'The Expanded History of Death'," he read the titles aloud, "'Funerals through the Ages'. 'Life after Death: the Existence of the Afterlife'. 'Creatures of the Night'. Are you trying to know more about Hellborns and the Underworld?" Calix was a lot of things, but unfortunately, he wasn't thick, Kat lamented. "Yes."

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.