Freedom Planet Spade Novels & Stories

The Spade crest — a serpent eating its tail — was emblazoned on the spine. Pages were flipped. Names written in rust-red ink. Vosvak Spade — Arcane Doctrine Minister, subsequently exiled for necrotic experimentation and treason. Family: assumed executed or lost. Miyal went cold. Assumed. Not confirmed. His hands shook as he turned the page. There — a hastily scrawled line. Almost obliterated. One daughter: name blacked out. Concealed by surrogate family inside Citadel walls. Records were burned. A chill spread down his back.

I pull out my phone, and seeing the message makes my smile disappear. Queenie: You are needed for a job; Ace of Spades has been played. Me: Fine, be there in 10. I quickly pull out the burner phone I had in my pocket to give to my treehouse squatter. I write a sticky note, stick it on the phone, and quickly hightail it out of there before I run into her. Walking back to the compound feeling frustrated but knowing at least I will get to kill someone before the night is up. You didn't play my card unless you wanted a body dropped. Smiling to myself at that thought, King was probably disappointed that he didn't get asked to come out and play.

She turned her head just enough. Across the room a man leaned against a pillar. Not pack. Not council. Not local. His rhythm felt wrong in the city’s pulse, like something that had slipped through cracks it should not know. Dark hair. Pale eyes. A scar that looked earned. He held her gaze. No flinch. Interesting. He crossed the floor. Slow. No show. “Valentine Spade,” he said when he reached the bar. “You took your throne back fast.” She studied him over the rim of her glass. “I never left it.”

Sometimes we were in a warm place, sometimes in a cold place, but in the place of the seventh person, I felt like normal, perhaps it was a tropical country. Alicia told me that the eight person who was destined to fight me was a boy. A boy who possessed the power of watch. She told me that he could change his appearance into different aliens. I thought it was Ben Tennyson, so I asked Alicia and I thought I was right because of her replied that sounds the same.

She had to believe that. "I have hope in him, Emily," Paoli ground out between clenched teeth. "But I choose to be honest with myself. I buried many people when William rebelled as a young man. I continue to help him dispose of bodies when he slips up, even now. His hunting instincts are strong. Stronger than any other immortal because they were born into him. If he claims you, like he should have done immediately," he bit out the last bit angrily, word by word. "It may finally give him the control he's always lacked. But first, he has to survive this. Being drained of blood will leave him in agony, and his instincts will be in full force. I don't know if he can get control back." For the fi

He explains which does make me have a mini flashback. I was talking on the phone when the headlights blind me for a second, but now I wasn't in the moment I managed to look through the lights at the people. Two men sat in the front seat while others sat in the back, as I look closer, I notice my dad with duct tape around his mouth, the two men in the back were holding him back. Once I land on the grass I take a look back at the car, it was white with the license plate ending PLD.

I said. He turned slowly, disbelief flickering across his features. “You— You’re supposed to be in custody.” “Guess I failed detention again.” His composure snapped. “You have no idea what you’ve done. Those files” “Are already copied,” I said. “Every dirty secret your sponsors paid you to hide.” He lunged forward, but I moved faster. Years of training on the field hadn’t gone to waste; I slammed him back against the console. The radio clattered away.

When they were exposed as charlatans, they returned to the country to prey on the locals. Unfortunately, the truth was exposed before they could plagiarize any other artwork. I felt nothing when I heard the details of Simon's and Yasmin's downfall. I only wondered why they couldn't stick to a simple life where they didn't have to go against their conscience. It was too bad that they were too blinded by greed to understand such a value. These days, I was kept on my feet at the ER department while Aaron oversaw the wedding planning. It was another typical day at work when we received a call about a serious pile-up. Paramedics and doctors were requested to tend to the casualties on-site.

Leonard said. "Then be Leonard Heyden," Daveson suggested. "Be the man who's smart enough to play her game while planning to destroy her. Be the man who loves his partner enough to let him go temporarily for both their safety. Be the man who's going to be a father and is willing to do whatever it takes to build a world where that child can be free." Leonard took a deep breath, feeling some of his resolve return. "Okay. Okay, I can do that."

I looked towards it, I wasn't expecting anyone today, I mean not that I ever expected anyone at my apartments, I didn't have any friends, well except for Matteo, whom I didn't think regarded me as a friend, but we were close and I'd shared some personal things with him. I slowly got up and dropped the laptop back on the table before walking towards the door, I peeped but didn't see anything, I sighed out, maybe it was just security, or someone who got the apartment number wrong I slowly opened the locked door and there stood Spade, he was putting on a a light grey round neck sweatshirt, and a dark grey slacks, white converse, his hair was still looking a bit ruffled like he didn't style it t