Deku Vigilante Novels & Stories

This token symbolized a secretive national organization they could not afford to antagonize. With a wave of his staff, the python released Baxter. Baxter crumpled to the ground with his arrogance gone. Just then, several of Master Vipersage's subordinates made a chilling discovery. "Master, our deacon, Kendrick, has been murdered." Master Vipersage's face hardened. Who would dare to harm a member of the Venomveil Tribe? Though troubled, his immediate concern was the Goddess's safety. They would attend to this matter upon their return. Leading his followers, Master Vipersage approached Vivianne and knelt.

If peradventure, he becomes a Watcher, he would have the ability to decide his own fate without the strings of slavery holding him captive. “I can see you are fond of this one. I guess his parents didn’t die, did they?” Dante asked curiously. “Yes, they did, and I actually rescued him from the hands of some Vampires. He is a Drudge, actually.” Vera replied sadly. She just recently met Ginika, and he must have been grieving like her until now. “Oh,” Dante adjusted his eyeglass, “That clears my suspicion then. Are you sure you are not hurting yourself?”

Four aged figures who are the Elders of the Black Wolf Pack appear to sit around a round table in a room. Similarly, Aryadi and Linda, as well as Alvaro as the leader of the pack. One of the Elders, wearing a brown coat and sitting in a wheelchair, cleared his throat. The elderly man named Magen glanced at Aryadi and Linda. Magen looked at Alvaro sharply. “Alvaro, you surely understand that Hugo wouldn't know about this base if he himself went around sniffing the grass under his feet.”

Minerva suddenly followed Colt as everyone greeted him, leaving Tio and Lilith behind as they watched Colt and Minerva converse with the folks in front of them. After that, a man leapt from the tree hut and approached Tio and Lilith. "Hello, my name is Drake Wing, and I'm glad to meet you. Before you come in, I need to check your bags for security reasons," Drake Wing explained. He is a 289-year-old werewolf who served as the patrol guard's leader. Inside and out, he protected their area. His team always greeted their visitors and kept a close eye on them, ensuring that no one would hurt their packs. Drake Wing's eyesight is good, thus he was assigned to be on guard.

He picked up a fork from the table, stabbing it into my plate of chicken and dumplings, he took a chicken wing and waved it at my face. “Weeds are important too.” He scoffed, digging his teeth into the meat. “Don't forget that.” He dropped the fork loudly and walked out. None of the guards tried to stop him as they would anyone who dared speak to me disrespectfully. Nobody dares talk to me in that manner and live to see the next day, but Deklan had scared the wits out of the guards that their worthless lives are now more important to them than taking him down. “Someone get Cena!” I thundered, pushing away from the table in anger to pace around my sitting room.

“You’ve got a second chance at life. Why not use it to eliminate the scum in this world? They’re driven by greed and lust. There’s a lot of them, and they’re only going to keep multiplying unless someone stops them. I’m offering you the chance to be one of those people who dedicate their lives to punishing the evil ones.” Gigi couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She was being offered a job—an opportunity she thought only existed in TV shows. “Are you serious? A vigilante? And if I say yes, do I have to kill someone?” JD smirked. “I can’t give you all the details right now, but we’ll work on it. But first, you need to get stronger. Be strong, Gigi, and you’ll get the justice you’re looking

When the speaker stops him. His next words making him go still. " The werewolves and hunters are coming together to defeat us Sir." . . . " They know we plan to attack the capital ." . . . " We received a letter from the Ex King....Volkan Knight. " " He wishes to see you" Silence stretches in the bloodhounds . And Than clenches his fist. They just don't stop. Why don't they get it that little dove was his now. They can't get her back, ever.

Momentarily perplexed, he focused on the bold font spelling out his alias, accompanied by a blurry picture of the infamous ranked Duskbringer. "BRAVE NEW HERO, SPECTRAL GUARDIAN MANAGES TO TAKE DOWN THE ELUSIVE INFAMOUS RANKED DUSKBRINGER ALONGSIDE HIS SQUAD!" the screen proclaimed, scrolling across the bottom as the latest bulletin of the day. However, as people passed by, Keagan realized that the screen did not show a clear image of him. He recalled Dante's inquiry about his name, as the media had been seeking it. Unfortunately, they hadn't captured a photograph of him. Nevertheless, a profound sense of accomplishment surged within him as he strolled past the kiosks, hoping someone would r

It made her feel something she shouldn't have felt. "As far as the purpose of your life is concerned, you do have a purpose, Kira. You are the Head Warrior of the Blue Orchid pack, more than 4000 werewolves trust you blindly with their lives. Your purpose is to do everything in your power to keep them safe, to prepare for the unthinkable and invisible. We NEED YOU, Kira. Don't forget that.

“My name is Kalen, I am a squire of the Camelot military, currently still in training,” Kalen announced loudly, as he was handcuffed by the vigilantes. “Call 112 to confirm my identify,” he continued, as he deactivated his face armor to reveal his face. 112, is just like 911 is the Kingdom of Camelot’s number, to call for emergencies. As he introduced himself, some vigilante members already mobilized, as they went after the terrorists who pursued him here.