Guardia Negra 소설 & 이야기

No trash talk drifting through open windows. They’re inside. Waiting. I step out, the heat slamming into me, thick and heavy. Gravel crunches under my boots. My pulse is a steady, violent drum in my ears. Then I see them. Black SUVs rolling in like a damn motorcade. First — Alberto Garcia’s. The doors open in choreographed precision. A dozen bodyguards spill out first — scanning rooftops, hedges, shadows. Then Garcia steps out, calm and polished, like we’re meeting for business instead of war.

They were several men in black uniforms, heavily armed and geared with unfamiliar gadgets I have never seen before, not even on the cities I have been with Allyssa. “They were called ‘Dark Guards’ by their leader named General Jessie dela Cruz. They were an elite group of sharpshooters, although now, they were nothing but puppets under my spell. They were on their way to the port to dock a boat back to their country called Republic of Linusungan.”

"Cruz and Bailey, this is the Alpha Supreme, Gray Garza." "It's a pleasure," Cruz nodded. Gray stood and smiled as he shook his hand. "It's good to see you again, Cruz. Bailey." I chuckled as I took my seat. Of course, they all knew each other. When you've been on the earth as long as Cruz and Xavier have, you get around. "Gray," Cruz said, holding Bailey's chair. "It's good to see you, too. How long will you be staying?" "Just until after the trial."

Sia took her time admiring Julian. His black hair was still wet from his shower, and his bare arms showed powerful muscles.He was wearing a black shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark blue jeans with white and blue sneakers. Blue would’ve matched his eyes better, Sia thought to herself before she remembered that he was her new bodyguard, not her client.

Where they beyond saving? “What is your new order? Miranda. Reason with me. If you won’t give me the artifacts to give the Lords then reason with me. Tell me what it is you mean to do. What will the guardians do?” “I will not tell you, I will not give you anything. I want only Sacha. I want you dead, and want out of this place!” He had never heard of a Guardian going mad. She had told me all I needed to know and Sacha would not survive it.

Dante I was halfway down the corridor before the weight of Miguel's rushed footsteps caught up behind me. His breathing was a bit faster than usual, nervous. I didn't need to look back to know he was unsettled. "Who did you say they are, again?" I asked, eyes forward, voice calm even though I already felt something twisting in my gut. "The Sombra Negra cartel," he replied. "From Tijuana." I stopped walking. Everything paused in that moment.

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

I don’t know if it’s the mission itself or knowing Zane is here, but my heart is already racing, my blood heating in my veins. I see the guy who’s supposed to pick me up standing at the edge of the tarmac. Tall, broad, dressed in black, and wearing sunglasses that don’t hide the fact that he’s one of Arkyn’s men. He gives me a short nod before walking over, tossing a black bag my way. “Sorry, Alpha’s orders,” he mutters. “Blindfold goes on. It’s the only way to the Vega pack.”

Now that she is in a sleep she does not know about this but as soon as she wakes up, he will be the first person she is going to ask about. "Kristopher... find Christian and tell him to come here as soon as possible," Blair's father said in a low angry voice and Kristopher nodded. The best friend knew where he was but his phone was powered off and there's nothing he can do after trying the numbers of the lovers who were in Spain. He played and played with the bull, forcing it to get tired and when he was actually tired, Christian emits the stick from the red cloth and intruded the sharp side of the stick in the bull's eye and it immediately knocked down on the ground.

Two huge dark figures approached in the dark and then stepped into the house, his personal bodyguards. I liked to call them Peanut Butter and Jelly, because they’re always together and they go well together. Listen, I was depressed and they fascinated me because they were huge. They didn’t make eye contact, they didn’t talk, until they stepped aside and Octavious entered. When he did, a rush of cold wind blew into the house and Octavious’ eyes casually glanced around the place. Octavious had on full black today, a black trench coat, black leather gloves, black Capone, black shoes…just black.