Dying Light 2 Prologue Novels & Stories

My fingers raced across a slim, encrypted terminal, linking the Vesper protocols into Zero’s remote proxy network. Across the room, Malakai stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, entirely bare from the waist up. The cold daylight caught the brutal tapestry of scars tracing his shoulders and back —souvenirs from corporate takeovers that had been fought with lead rather than contracts. He was holding a secure phone to his ear, his deep voice dropping into that quiet, chilling cadence he used when he was ordering the liquidation of an enemy’s assets.

Damon looked at her confused. "From me?" He scowled. "Who is trying to protect my wife from me?" Durga looked at the entry of the basement and gulped when she noticed black shadow running out of the basement. Damon quickly followed the direction of her eyes and noticed it. He was quick to run behind the shadow followed by Rudra. Yang checked the basement and saw the man who tried to kill Damon in an accident was shot to death. The person was trying to kill the evidence and the dead man knew the mastermind behind it.

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.

Where is Liyana? I looked like a warrior with my uniform on. I left the cloak laying on the bed because I wasn’t going anywhere. Placing the weapons in their designated places I gave Neveah a gentle kiss on her forehead before I left the room making my way towards the living room. Descending down the stairs I could hear talking but it stopped once I entered. Everyone was standing but the old man was sipping on a glass of whisky sitting crossed legs. The Aaliyah they knew or thought they knew was gone once I saw the look the old man gave me. “Everyone, Aaliyah……the Shadow of Death.” The old man announced standing up walking over to me, standing next to me.

“The prophecy.” The word slammed through the chamber. Silence. Absolute silence. Even the air felt different suddenly. The Lycan stepped closer to me immediately. Protective. Alert. Good instincts. Because Seraphine looked completely unhinged now. Elder Marrow frowned. “What prophecy?” Seraphine smiled. Gods. That smile. “There was always a prophecy.” Nobody breathed. Nobody moved. She pointed at me again. At the silver light still glowing beneath my skin. At the power she hated. At everything she could never become. Then finally screamed the accusation she’d carried for years.