Deku Vigilante Novels & Stories

Severino took off the mask and a man with black slicked back hair and dark make-up around his eyes appeared before everyone. “Who are you?” asked Michelangelo. “Who is asking?” replied Vigilante 3. “Answer him, vigilante!” snapped Vicktor. “Vigilante?” the vigilante 3 was shocked. “Who are you calling vigilante?” “Then who are you?” asked Michelangelo. “Why are you dressed like a vigilante?” “Wait! Do you mean the vigilantes we saw on the news, declaring war with SMS? You think I am one of them?” the vigilante was sweating in fear.

Even if the entire police squad came after us, they won't be able to take us down. "It's better to be safe than sorry. The high master is an A-ranked expert and a member of the Obsidian Council. I feel better knowing he's around to ensure our safety. For some reason, my right eyelid keeps twitching," Dex said. "You're just being too cautious, Dex. We, the Wraiths, have been able to stay alive for this long without ever suffering any setbacks! How can anything happen to us here in Javonbury?" Tucker boasted.

The peace of the stables. And for the first time since arriving at this estate, Melina felt completely settled. *** Unknown Location - Vigil Headquarters The conference room was sterile. White walls. Metal table. No windows. Deep underground where no supernatural could track them. Perfect for planning how to eradicate monsters. Six people sat around the table. All hunters. All believers in the Vigil's mission: humanity first, monsters never. At the head of the table sat Director Silas Crane. Fifty-five years old. Silver hair. Cold blue eyes. Thirty years of hunting experience. Twenty confirmed supernatural kills. Zero tolerance for failure.

“This is unacceptable!” “Are the patrol wolves even doing their jobs?” “I hear he’s in a coma.” “I heard he died and was resuscitated somehow!” “Two rogue attacks? Is that even possible?” “Maybe elder Evan was right about it being…that girl.” “Silence!” The murmurs of the elders stop and the hall immediately goes silent at Derek roar.

But what troubled Rico more than the loss of his friend was the lingering question of who had killed him. As he rose from his ornate bed, King Rico couldn't shake the notion that a masked warrior, a mysterious figure who had recently emerged in Omaha, might be responsible for Rogers' death. Whispers had spread throughout the city about this enigmatic warrior, tales of a masked avenger who had crossed paths with rogue werewolves and left destruction in their wake. King Rico's spies had reported sightings, but no one could confirm the warrior's true identity. He paced the room, his mind consumed by thoughts of vengeance. If this masked warrior was indeed responsible for Rogers' death, then the

one of the vigilantes said as they all tag along with him. "What of the cases of external attacks" the wizard who has been following them asked. The vigilantes turned around and looked at the Wizard. "We do not take likely anyone who dares to attack this pack. It has happened in the past and the pack who dares us regretted the move. Our well trained and skilled soldiers will man handle those miscreants who dares to challenge us" the wizard nodded, quite impressed by the manner at which they intended to deal with external attacks.

Dickens had once been a peak Sanctuary level elite, and the power of destruction in his flame crystal core was actually stronger than that of Demetra's. That was why Jeckle did not think that Demetra could have killed Dickens, and he mumbled to himself, "Could it be the Dashan guy who killed Dickens?" Jeckle shook his head. After all, there were tabs being kept on Wilbur every second. If Wilbur had really killed Dickens, someone would have reported it for sure. That meant that Wilbur had not been the one to kill Dickens, and it was someone else. Either way, Dickens was a Judge of Greensource Corp, who was considered the company's peacekeepers. Now that one of the Judges was dead, the higher-

Thank God there were no traffic cops in Bridger National Forest at least! As she walked into Valley Market, cart at the ready, she noticed a striking young woman in the produce section. She had long blonde hair sporting the most intricate braids Liv had ever seen, as well as silver and leather jewelry surrounding her neck and both wrists. A beautiful, swirling black tattoo ringed one lean, toned bicep. She looked like some modern-day Viking shield maiden. Liv was fascinated. She'd always loved Viking stories though she didn't know that much about actual Norse legends. Just as she was about to go over and ask her where she had gotten the braids done, a huge man stalked up to the woman aggress

The two Dark Mountain warriors got out first. Both were large, broad-shouldered wolves in human form, alert in the way trained bodyguards always were. One had close-cropped black hair and a narrow scar beneath his jaw. The other was older, heavier through the chest, with dark blond hair pulled back at the nape of his neck and pale gray eyes that missed nothing. They stopped when Decker stepped out. Both dipped their heads immediately. “Alpha,” the older one said. Decker nodded once. “This is Edgewater Falls territory. You will show respect.”

I arrange the class for all the maids in my mansion, because again, there are so many talented people in my house, and loyalty with me as their lord. I head out to my office, as I check the daily reports. Daniel is here, for a long time I don’t meet my mentor. If I shake hand with Walton family, Victor shakes hand with Black Veil group, and they attack our Diamond group. Daniel comes to discuss with me about that struggle. I gather a group of vigilantes who believe in taking justice into their own hands to protect their community. Many people see them as outlaws. The police and government hunt them, but they prove useful when official channels fail.