Enemy Of The Justice League Novels & Stories

My palms began to twitch, longing to hit him across the face. "You have lied about your status to us and you have not mentioned how ruthless your Alpha is. Your Alpha might come and make war with us and wipe us out because of you and there would be nothing you will do about it. You could be an enemy for all we know but no one wants to consider the possibility.” "They do not consider the possibility because I am not an enemy! Keep your words and assumptions to yourself alone!" There was a pause and in the silence, my voice seemed to reverberate. I made to walk away for the second time but his hand reached out and grabbed me firmly by the elbow.

Instead of listening, instead of proving he was someone she could trust, he’d been angry—and she had no way of knowing that the root of that anger had nothing to do with her. No wonder she’d walked. She’d had enough of male anger to last her a lifetime. Takis cleared his throat. ‘I’m worried he might go after her, so I’ve already got a team on it and I’ve briefed a few people. Called in a few favours. We’ll find her.’ Damian knew that the Ziakas name had influence. He had links with everyone from the government to the Athens police. But he also knew better than to underestimate his enemy, and in this case his enemy was formidable and motivated.

Kurayami asked. - He is treacherous. - It said. – He is an enemy of Wonder Woman. – And the Warriors Society. So, after a noise, he pulled away and lifted his legs and turned him around and started lowering his pants further. - Will you continue to do business with him? - He asked. - Who knows. - Said Kurayami. Pulling the upper armor with the bat symbol off his breastplate, and leaving it above his nipples, lowering his pants further and further down his thighs.

“He probably wants another round. I could go over and punch him.” “Or he’s obsessed, with his hatred ” Oliver said, smirking. “You sure he’s not planning evil?” Austin rolled his eyes. “Can we talk about something else?” Meanwhile, at the other end of the hall, Brian’s own friends were watching. Matteo sat opposite them while James sat beside Brian. James leaned in. “Well well two enemies working together” Brian snickered “You are one to talk, weren’t you paired with Benjamin?” James laughed “Come on buddy, I am not enemies with Austin’s friends”

Her reaction made me laugh. "Jane, I've never seen such a strong werewolf! He's like a huge rock!" Luna whispered to me when we got into the car. "Dylan is our chief bodyguard. His family has been great warriors for generations. Don't you think he looks exactly like Van Diesel?" "Uh, who is that?" Luna looked at me in confusion. "The male lead of 'Fast and Furious'. Haven't you seen it?"

With a nod, Avalynn looked from Jace to Elena, who was standing next to him, her arms crossed and her face expressionless. She stated, "I understand," in a level, unambiguous voice. "I'm available to help however needed." Elena widened her eyes. "Sir, do you know anything specific about who our enemy is?" Her voice was clear yet laced with something difficult to read when she asked. Jace's mouth tensed. "We are aware that it is Liam Arstor," he uttered in a somber and subdued voice. As Avalynn heard Elena's response, a shiver went down her spine.

The beam of his flashlight had landed on something buried beneath mud and weeds. A gravestone. Half-hidden. Weathered. Forgotten. Celine approached slowly. Her stomach tightening. The guard wiped away years of dirt. Words emerged. Names. Dates. An inscription. And suddenly nobody was breathing anymore. Because the gravestone didn't belong to Sebastian Wolfe. Or Victor Kane. It belonged to someone else. Someone whose name made Adrian physically stagger backward. Someone he clearly recognized. Someone Celine had never heard of. ELIAS KANE. Beloved Son. 1998–2006.

"Sleeping in his study?" "Yes." Camilla's eyes darkened. "And the way he looked at her..." She trailed off, fingers tightening around the bottle. "I noticed it. He didn't touch her. He didn't speak much. But his eyes," She shook her head. "I don't trust it." "But he said she's the enemy's daughter, didn't he?" her friend asked. "He did," Camilla replied quickly. "A Whitmore. He said she's nothing but a slave." Then, quieter, almost to herself, she added, "Yet something doesn't sit right."

Tomorrow, I would step into Adrian’s world, not as an enemy he could see, but as a spy sent to ruin him from within, smiling at him while standing in his most vulnerable state. I didn’t know what his world would look like, but I was ready to tear through it completely, even if it meant tearing through my own heart to destroy Adrian Vale, because weapons were never meant to fear their enemies, they were meant to strike straight into their hearts, and that had always been my perfect aim. Defeating Adrian’s family was not just a mission, it was my purpose, and whether they fell by my hands or I destroyed everything their name stood for, I knew I would not stop until it was done.