Gol D Roger Execution Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Things are no longer as backward as your father's time. Whether it's information technology or all kinds of weapons, they've all advanced greatly. If anything happens to even one of the people who showed up here this time, the entire Goldstein family will go down. You actually wanted to blow us all up? Did you take too many supplements and messed up your head?" Roger was trembling with rage from being reprimanded, but there was nothing he could do about it. "Go on, then. Who was the one who gave you such an absurd idea?" Elliot glanced at his watch and said, "You're running out of time." "What's that supposed to mean?!" Roger gulped nervously. "Don't tell me you've sent people over?! I didn

Since when did they establish doubt in our pack? Tri-Alpha believes one another and I don’t like the way how they are talking to me right now. “ No hard feelings but just making sure since you seem to be in chaos since you kidnapped that woman,” Alpha Zac murmurs. It makes me growl. The harshness in his voice makes me angry. “Listen, I am still the executioner of Tri-Alpha and you are crossing the line,” I muttered. Both of them only laughed. “ Do whatever you want, Executioner but remember this,” Alpha Zac stepped forward just right in front of me. “ Once you make another mistake and endanger the throne that we’ve been working hard for so long, I will execute you and that woman,” he warned.

Squinting my eyes in contemplation, I seize this opportunity to ask, "Does he have any rivals?" Roger's expression shifts quickly, and he hesitates before answering, "Um, no, Ms. Knight. Not that." With my arms still folded across my chest, I assert, "I know everything, Roger. I witnessed him murdering that man last night and concealing the body in the wine barrel." Beads of sweat form on his forehead, betraying his guilt. "Um, Miss... you can't tell anyone, please," he pleads. Striking a deal, I insist on knowing all the details.

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

"Now you know how it feels to be powerless. You left me by the altar, Laura. You made me feel worthless, and I don't even care if I get killed after finishing you. One thing is for sure: you will die in this fucking courtyard. Mate or not." Roger's fingers turn more forceful with me. I think he is about to squish me to death, destroy my lungs, and crack my bones. I wait for it, but the pain never comes. Caleb jumps over Roger in his lycan form, and Roger releases me as he falls to the ground with a thud. "Caleb—" I shout but fall silent when I'm rescued. I'm grabbed in an oversized clawed hand and placed on the ground before Caleb's orange eyes focus on Roger.

Not even knowing how that gash had suddenly appeared on his neck, the scarred man soon flopped to the ground, dead… Roger himself had just gotten to his feet again at that point, only to end up getting stunned again when he saw his dead subordinate. Before he could even react, his eyes widened as blood suddenly began gushing out of his own neck! And just like that, the dying Roger dropped to his knees before splashing into his own puddle of blood… Seeing how unusual their leaders’ deaths were, the subordinates instantly began screaming as they attempted to escape the scene… Gerald himself—who was still invisible—simply glared at the two fresh corpses without the slightest remorse…

Immediately, the knife slipped from left to right across Greg’s collar. Logan released the victim’s head, stepped back a few feet while Greg lingered on his knees. The executioner then discharged two rounds in the back of Greg’s skull. Logan repeated the same brutal tactics to Bob careful not to injure the lower parts of his body. Their dead carcasses distributed over the carpet. Large bloodstained disparate in areas.

Rogers paused, gathering the last of his strength, knowing these would be his final words. "Good luck finding it… Luis." Luis’ eyes widened. Before he could stop himself, he yanked the sword free and sliced across Rogers’ neck, beheading him. The head tumbled across the floor, eyes still creepily wide and fixed on the ceiling. Luis stared, frozen, a cold dread crawling up his spine. He shouldn’t have done that. He needed to know, needed to hear the truth from Rogers’ own lips. Had he truly meant it? And even if he had… who now held that recording?

*FLASHBACK* Hillary opened her eyes slowly and saw him. “Ro…Rodrigo?” “I love you, Hillary.” He smiled at her and grabbed the bomb, running away. The smile almost looked like a goodbye smile. Hillary realised what he was doing. “RODRIGO NOOO, DON'T.” Rodrigo ran as fast as he could, throwing the bomb far away, but he was close to it. The impact of the bomb exploding was so intense that it knocked him off the building, landing him elsewhere and badly injured.

It was late afternoon and, even though the days were getting shorter, we still had a few hours before sunset brought the threat of danger to our doors. “I’ll bet you’ll be so happy to get that baby out of your belly so you can go out and kick some bad boy ass alongside that man of yours,” Roger said. “What are you talking about?” I chuckled. “It doesn’t seem fair that he has to go out alone each night and kill those evil devils. Last night he got three of them,” Roger shrugged. I stopped and looked at him in disbelief, “I had no idea.” “Uh Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said with regret. “I thought that you two told each other everything.”