Genocide Online Novelas e Histórias

"At least forty packs across North America and hundreds of individual lycans. The purge will be systematic and thorough and they plan to use the hybrids as their primary weapon." Ross moved closer to look at the documents and his face went pale. "This is genocide," he whispered. "They are planning to commit genocide against anyone who does not submit to their rule and they think the hybrids will make them unstoppable." Skylar looked at the papers and I felt her horror through the mate bond. Some of the packs listed were ones she had visited as a child and some of the lycan names were people she had met during her travels. "We cannot let this happen," she said firmly.

"They want to kill our baby." Genocide. Not revenge, not business—complete elimination of Adrian's genetic line. I'd seen this before in Chechnya; systematic extermination to erase the family, the threat, and the future. But this wasn't some distant battlefield. This was a baby I'd just helped save, a brother I'd just met, and a family I'd spent thirty years hating but five minutes learning to protect. "Adrian," I said quietly. "There's something you should know about me."

Fenric fell to his knees as the weight of their agony passed through him, every cry tearing into his marrow. Sira staggered as the vision cut through her as well, silverlight flickering wildly at her fingertips. “This was not told to us, not once in all the histories, not in the songs, not in the stories of the Elders. We were made to believe purity was survival, but this… this was genocide.”

" Since the Progenitors now planned to kill millions of innocent humans who didn't know they were werewolves, the death toll increased exponentially. Elena protested, "You're committing genocide against non-werewolves." The Progenitor said, "We're removing contamination from the baseline population." "Those 8 million carry markers that could grant werewolf abilities to future generations. We're eliminating carriers to prevent that." President Marshall's government tried to help the 8 million Americans being killed, but the Progenitors dismissed human authority like ISOC. "Baseline specimens don't negotiate with experiment administrators," Progenitor said. In 48 hours, we'll bring sterilizati

Stench of blood, ashes and fire. Zeve’s lips left my skin, and I remained paralysed for a few minutes. Those visions were not of just a normal attack, it was the end of an entire bloodline, a complete civilization. The genocide saw no gender, age, caste, colour or creed. Lives were lost in intimidating numbers — it was the end of the ultimas. The colossal darkness engulfed those lively islands. Streams of blood flowed thinner than water. Houses shattered, palaces trampled, memories of the dead, incomplete stories were the only things left behind as the blood seeped deeper in the soil, turning it red.