Generator Rex Rex Salazar Novels & Stories

She had believed that in the way he kissed her last night, and she believed it now. Salazar appeared on the screen. Built heavier than Noah, or Falkner, he had coppery auburn hair cut military style, his eyes maroon-brown with ugly slashes denting his jaw. "Noah. Selene. Silas." He didn't greet everyone present in the room but Alphas hardly ever did.

She paused and resumed her pacing which she had stopped when she had been speaking. Alex was very shocked. So shocked that it was a wonder that he managed to conceal his gasp of surprise. He stopped it at the last moment because he didn't want her to know he was here. He still wanted to hear more before he would reveal himself but now he knew more than enough to come to a solid conclusion. He knew that his mate, Jasmine, was the unknown serial killer who had been killing people from their pack for a while now. His own mate, his goddess-given mate was a serial killer and he was just finding it out from her own mouth. Never had he expected to hear something like that when he had followed Jasmi

He looked tired, but then again, we all did. “I’ve gone through every lead we have,” he said, dropping a thin folder onto the desk. “Lorenzo’s trail isn’t clear. Whoever this man is, he’s good at covering it. No real records, no trace of his supposed lineage, no pack affiliation. He’s a ghost, Xavier. Even Rosalyn is looking into who he is and where he came from; so far, nothing is coming up. Elias also reported back…”

I stared at him impassively as he produced a knife and a pistol. “I think we haven't introduced ourselves yet,” He stared at me, running the tip of the knife over his lower lip “Though I think you know me. Diego Gómez, does that sound familiar to you?” Oh shit. "The lack of color in your face tells me so,” He erased the smile as he approached. "I told you to stop looking for what you had not missed." "You killed your own son.” I spat the words in his face.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

His parents were pressuring him to marry the only daughter of the Interino’s. "W-Who are you?" came a familiar voice. Castiel and I turned to him. The irritation was clear in the eyes of the man sitting in the wheelchair. Behind him was Rex. “Hey, Man,” Castiel says coolly. “W- Who are you?” I stomped on Castiel's foot under the table as he was about to answer. He grunted and glared at me. "He's Castiel Revamonte from Revamonte Ranch," “Hey, Man,” Castiel greeted again after giving me a sneaky grin. “We met multiple times in some business gatherings. I guess Nexus Almeradez doesn’t recognize me, huh?”

A goon lunged, his blade flashing, but I caught his wrist, snapping it, his scream cut short as I drove my knife into his gut, twisting until he stilled. “Burn it,” I growled, my voice low, my men torching crates of cocaine, flames licking the walls. One of Salazar’s lieutenants, a wiry bastard named Rico, begged on his knees, his hands raised. “Please, Reaper, I didn’t—” I shot him between the eyes, blood pooling, my boots stepping over his corpse. My men flinched, their glances uneasy, but I didn’t care. This was me now—cold, merciless, the devil they’d forgotten.

~Felix~ I was done signing the papers. I stood from my chair and stretched my legs, I picked up my bottle of whiskey it was empty; there was no single drop of liquor in it. I walked around my desk. I remembered Ignacio had brought some information to me about the gringos. I stood in front of my desk my hands placed over the desk as I read through the paper. Antonio Lewis Reyes, Half American Half Mexican. Age:29, Spouse: Karen Reyes. Kids: Miles Reyes_age:12, Nora Reyes_age:9. Address...........

His best friend, Armando, the one person who knew of our actual plan, stood as his best man, looking at me with the best smile that he could muster. Our marriage was nothing but a deal, one for power, and one for revenge. A plan that was written on paper, or in other words, a contract. He was to get the power that he wanted, guaranteeing him being ‘The Alpha of Alphas’ and I, the revenge that I have been living, waiting, and counting the years to take. Alpha Killian, the man who has killed my parents, stood among the guests, smiling as he clapped his hands along with them. Having miraculously escaped that night, the Lycan did not know of my existence, at least, not until he saw me as Alpha E

Alessiano was a damn fool for sticking to tradition when it came to his father’s view on the way respect was earned and upheld. Marcelo came from the old country to the US to meet his future wife in one of the first united meetings between the Italian mod, Irish, Russians and the Americans. Donatella had just turned sixteen when she attended her first gathering, a mutt among pure blooded Italian men and women. Donatella had been the product of a fling my father had after my mother passed away unexpectedly. Salame Gonzalez Russo, heiress to the Mexican cartel, only daughter of one of the FBIs most wanted and world wide dealer in skin. She had given my father the one thing my mama wasn’t able