Guardia Negra Mga Nobela at Kwento

We reached the outer gates, only to be halted by three uniformed soldiers standing rigid like statues carved from stone. "Who are you?" one demanded, his hand already drifting toward the hilt of his weapon. "Where are you going at this hour?" I stepped forward. "My mate was injured in the chaos," I lied smoothly, gesturing to Zevarion’s bloodied form. "I need to get him help. Fast." One of the guards narrowed his eyes. His gaze turned cloudy and distant. He was communicating with someone through Mindlink, alerting them. Before he could finish, Zevarion exploded into motion. He kicked the guard square in the chest, sending him crashing into the wall behind.

And worse, someone close was feeding him out like scraps. His Empire, which was strong, steel and untouchable suddenly felt like a child's play. “Adrien.” Isabella’s voice was steady, but her eyes weren’t. She stood in the doorway, holding her phone tight, and then watching him like she was already counting the damage “Security’s sweeping every floor. The burner’s locked down but IT’s already digging. We’ll have a name soon.” “Soon’s useless,” Adrien bit out, his voice low and venom-laced. He stalked to the window, the city stretched calm and cruel outside, glittering like it wanted to mock him.

A DAY BEFORE Grey Hunter walked to the basement of the Belgenza mansion to gather some bodyguards to give them some instructions. One of them was a little bit late to fill the call. The guard was always guarding in the basement. His name is Elmero Silva. "Some of you will come with Mr. Belgenza and me to New York. We have to escort Mr. Belgenza and Miss Starley before they are permanently living there," declared Grey seeing each one of the guards consisting of six members of Daga Nero. His eyes then glanced briefly at Elmero, who was as bland as ever.

The Bloods were done for, because whenever the DEA bust a Crib and make some arrests, it was only a matter of time before the others usually came down one after the other ,like dominoes . She changed the magazine in the gun, took a deep breath, aimed and took another shot at her target. ! ! ! ! ! ! ! It’s was gradually getting dark when Bryan arrived at the harbor which had closed for the day. He made his way to a van that was parked under a shed, and knocked twice before the door slid open and he entered the cramped vehicle.” “Welcome aboard.” Jamal said. “Thanks. So what do we have here?”

Finn looked toward his Alpha for confirmation. Brodi fought the urge to growl. He didn't recognize their scents so they could only be from the Blackfoot Pack. "Killian! This must be where his pack holed up. I will kill him where he stands if he has anything to do with this." Finn sent two of his patrol around to flank the guards ahead so they could not escape to warn the rest of the Blackfoot Pack. Once they advised him they were in position, Brodi, Finn and two more of his team trotted up the path. The men jumped out of the trees and pointed weapons at them just as they had expected. Brodi's deep, rumbling growl made every hair on the men's bodies stand at attention. Brodi pushed his Alpha

“So he doesn’t know we’re coming?” Gray shakes his head. “No.” “Do you really think that’s the smartest idea?” Ice asks. “He’s not going to know who we are or that we’re purebloods. How do you know he’s not going to kill us as soon as we step foot on his territory?” “Because he has wolves guarding the borders,” Bo answers. “And because you’ll be escorted there by a friend of mine who knows him. I set everything up, he may already know you are coming, but we don’t know for sure.”

Luna's senses were on high alert, her instincts sharpened by the knowledge that danger could lurk around every corner. As Luna arrived at the massive gates of Black Moon territory, she couldn't help but be taken aback by the sight that greeted her. The heavy doors, adorned with ancient and intricate carvings, stood tall and imposing. They were flanked by towering stone walls that stretched as far as the eye could see, marking the border of this mysterious realm. Positioned strategically around the entrance were dozens of Black Moon guards, their eyes sharp and vigilant. Each wolf was armed and ready, a testament to the Alpha's commitment to security. Luna could sense the tension in the air,

But it was enough to make the engraved dagger, lying on a ragged rock, glimmer menacingly. "I know the words..." Blake whispered. "He speaks to me. Good job, too. I ain't book smart, and I don't know these strange languages. But I hope you all have strong stomachs. This ritual is gruesome, but," he gave a cold smile, his eyes glowing as if embers burned behind them. "It'll be enjoyable. Just to stab the Captain in the back will be worth the blood."

He knew that Ivanna went down, and that she did not get back up, and that the quality of the night changed in the specific absolute way it changed when something that had been alive stopped being alive. The gunfire tapered. Then stopped. Leonard's men were securing the last of Ivanna's people, and the eastern treeline had gone quiet, and somewhere in the house lights were coming on, staff waking to a night that had broken open around them, and none of it mattered to Daveson nearly as much as the fact that Leonard had turned from where Ivanna's body lay and was crossing back to him with an expression that had finally, completely, run out of composure to hide behind.

Return fire from Chen's guards. Novalee scrambled out of bed, pulling on jeans and a shirt. James did the same, his face pale but determined. Greysen stumbled out of the other bedroom, half-dressed. "What's happening?" "Blackwing." Mateo was on his radio. "Rodriguez, status!" Static. Then: "—multiple vehicles—at least twenty hostiles—we can't hold—" The radio cut to screams and gunfire. "Fuck." Mateo grabbed Novalee's arm. "Basement. There's a tunnel that leads to the barn. You run, you don't stop, you—"