Novelas y relatos de Dirk Strider

Am I afraid… fascinated… both? The stranger was slightly taller than Arga the fake O'Brien, and his face… I don't know what will I say. When I saw him, my mind suddenly focused on Kim Taehyung aka V BTS. However, at the same time, I know the man behind Arga is not V. One thing that makes the person different: there is a scar line on his cheek. “You're now grown become a big girl, huh?” said the stranger. His voice was heavy; really reminds me of V the C.G.V person.

Dave warned his little sister, walking away. "I'd never allow Loki to treat me like that." She whispered walking to her room. Needing a drink, Lucas headed to a bar in Lunari lands, Lucas was on his 3rd whiskey. His eyes burning into his drink, as if it would burst into flames at his will. Anyone who walked by and looked at him, could see the gears in his head turning, and left him alone, aside from one wolf, a ghost wolf from his past and present, left him alone.

“I see them, don’t worry, we have a reception committee waiting for them at the Reiver border, we will out -number them and out-muscle them if we have to.” Brother Andrew just nodded nervously, he would rather it didn’t come to a fight, the Templars had been a peaceful pack for hundreds of years and that was something he didn’t want to change, the Reivers were a different matter however. ”Thank you, I have every faith in you. We owe Alpha Armstrong a great debt for the Reiver’s help in this operation. What’s your name son?” “My name is Camron Kerr, those are my Clansmen driving the other cars and we will do our best to get you on to Reiver territory in one piece I promise.”

The third Striker lunged at Dax as he led the main pack up the center. Dax didn't swerve. He hit the manual switch on his Phase-Gauntlet, the blue aura wrapping around his fist. As the Striker swung the harmonic blade to cleave the Interceptor in half, Dax leaned the bike hard to the right, dodging the strike by a fraction of an inch, and drove his phased fist directly into the assassin's featureless black visor at eighty miles an hour. The impact sounded like a thunderclap. The Striker was thrown violently off the ramp, plummeting down into the flooded lower levels of the Ark.

I say, giving her his coordinates. “What’s going on?” Hijack asks, connecting to our team call. “We’ve got a lead on Stellan. I need you to hack into the security line we put in Striker and Cyra's pack and see if he crosses into their territory. Striker has been notified,” I say, using Yorick’s code name. “Who else from C-Squad is in their pack?” Hijack asks. “Saber and Viper,” Tracker tells him. “Where is Sphinx?” Hijack asks.

He said, his voice sounding weaker with each word and then the link between us disappeared. “What do you mean?” I asked in a panic, using the link to try to get him to respond. I watched as his eyes closed and the sound of his heartbeat became fainter. Not sure what to do, but knowing I couldn’t lose him, I connected with Dirk. He was the only one I knew that might be able to help him. I just hoped he could get here in time. “I need you. Stryker is injured badly, and I don’t think he has much time left.” I said in urgency as soon as I sensed the link between me and Dirk snapping into place.