Novel & Cerita Dorian Havilliard Chaol Westfall

She has already accepted him and considered him a part of her. They kept on chatting and laughing until they got back to the coven. “Darin? What’s he doing here?” West said as he froze on the spot. He seemed to be having a conversation with Wendy and another person that he could not identify. “Dad? Who’s that? Why does mama Wendy look so terrified? She had never been scared before.” Dahlia said. “Keep quiet, Dahlia. Darin is dangerous, he was once rumored to be mad. Although we unhexed him, I’m still not sure.” West said.

I was happy and I nearly forgot about Caspar or dad, because in these months no assassination attack took place. I turned on the television for my daughter to watch cartoons but I saw news broadcasting all over. "VERY IMPORTANT! After two years of silence, Mafia Boss Xavier Hill of DarZ group has raided the Mayor of London for being corrupt," the anchor in the news channel read the headlines, causing me to freeze in my seat. 'Xavier is Caspar's codename. Is he alive?'

Confirming that after tonight's meeting ended, she would remember to eat something. Dorian's projector hummed on. Its blue light casting the Northern mountain lines on the map in half-light, half-shadow. A new waveform jumped out from the corner of the screen. The search keywords he was running. *Marcus. Greyhollow. Underground city. The First One. Nyx.* The last word flickered on the screen. No match found. In the encrypted channel, Dorian sent out a pulse so brief only she could hear it. Only two words. *Still searching.* She pulled over an empty chair. She sat down. She folded her hands on the table's edge.

Hayden pushed Natalia over to the couch so they could look at his laptop screen. "What did you find?" Hayden asked him. "Jon has been busy," Dorian said as he showed them the screen. He had found a chat room that was buried in the dark net. Jon had multiple posts of every woman he had killed, with the most recent uploaded about 30 minutes ago. Natalia felt sick as they looked at pictures he had posted of him cutting her up. He then showed a picture of the woman's torso, and carved into it was a message. Who will win?

I stayed still, watching her until her breathing slowed and evened out, until I was certain she had fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep. Only then did I move. Carefully, I slipped away from her side and made my way. The tower was in darkness as I walked toward a closed door. I opened it. Standing in the shadows were Wade, Krill, and Earl. “What is your order, Alpha Villion?” Wade asked formally. The softness I had shown upstairs vanished. My expression hardened. “Burn Dax’s entire mansion."

The storm brought by the return of Julian Blackwood and his shadow alliance has finally been calmed. Under the ruthless domination of Alexander Sterling and the merciless intelligence of Chloe Vanguard, the Western continental mafia is forced to bend its knees and submit to one pure banner: Vanguard-Sterling. That night, on the top floor of Sterling Corp Global Headquarters in New York, a giant glass window displayed the brilliance of the city that was now completely in their hands. Chloe, who was once just an outcast Omega from the Bloodmoon Pack, now stood tall wearing an elegant black silk dress, holding a glass of red wine made by their own elite French estate.