Novel & Cerita Guardia Negra

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 The gravel beach of the Calabrian coast offered no comfort to a man who had spent his entire life looking down on the rest of humanity from the climate-controlled top floor of a Manhattan glass tower. Lucian Blackwood remained on his knees, his hands buried in the coarse sand, watching the hem of Maya’s heavy linen cloak sweep across the stones as she walked away. The two armored SUVs behind him; the final, muscle-bound symbols of his executive protection sat completely dead, their heavy alternators permanently silenced by the localized, high-frequency electromagnetic wave. Her decentralized grid had unleashed the moment his tires crossed the regi

Heavy boots were hitting the roof. "Marcus!" Lucian barked into his localized radio. "Report! I thought the island was a Dead Zone!" "It is, sir!" Marcus’s voice was strained over the static. "But they aren't using GPS. They’re using thermal imaging and old-school paratrooper drops. They’re not D’Amici, Lucian. The insignias... they’re Black-Shield." Lucian’s face went pale. Black-Shield wasn't a family; it was a private military corporation funded by a conglomerate of the Five Families' "Shadow Shareholders."

"God... What's that?!" The bad feeling only got stronger. The cars stopped by the building entrance. The guards got out of the cars. The majority of them were huge, with tattoos and sunglasses. They looked horrifying, true mafia men! Then one of them opened the door of the fanciest black car, and he got out: Black Jack, the mafia big boss.

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.

I threw on my leather jacket and a pair of boots. "Who's first?" Natalia stepped forward. "Alright." I took her hand. She nodded and we disappeared. The cold nothingness surrounded me. We popped back into existence. Hell was hot and humid. I could feel the damp air pressing against my skin. We stood before a black spire of dark obsidian. Veins of glowing gold fire laced the surface of the polished black stone. Natalia dropped my hand and led the way. The sharp spike drew tall into the dusky sky. As we drew deeper into the city, the spires grew taller.

“No. I will not yield to your power, I have waited years for this, you have controlled us for too long.” “Well if you won’t go to your brothers, I will just have to bring them to you.” Black glares at Aidan then glances in my direction before taking a step in my direction. Abruptly there is a loud bang and four monsters appear in front of Aidan. They stare at Black with confusion and anger. They all seem to coloured differently, one orange, one yellow, one red and one green. The green one takes a step towards Black and says with a hush voice

Signal the guards. And walk straight into the alley.

“I don’t believe it. I know.” She stared at him for a long, agonizing moment. Then walked away. He followed. Of course he did. Back at the Safehouse — Nightfall Adriana slammed a folder on the table. Her eyes were rimmed red. Her voice, steel. “New intel. There’s a leak inside the Council. Someone fed Nero’s location to a third party days before the Granada fire.” Amara stood slowly. “Third party?” Adriana nodded. “They call themselves La Morte Bianca. The White Death.”

Two of our guards stood inside the gate, their faces impassive. "The Don doesn't talk to ghosts," one of them said, rapping the butt of his shotgun against the iron bars. "Piss off, bum." Leo crawled forward, his hand reaching through the bars, trying to touch the familiar family crest. The other guard brought his steel-toed boot down hard on his fingers. "Agh!" Leo recoiled, cradling his crushed hand in the snow. On another monitor, a black Rolls-Royce Ghost purred to a stop at the side entrance.

She warned him to try to push him with her hands but no answer! Icardi gulped as he watched them, turning to the guard next to him and shouting, "The Alpha Beta Club is turning!" Black raised his head and Rene held her breath involuntarily when she saw his bloody eyes looking at her human and not friendly at all. we are back "Black" whispered in a trembling voice and her pulse slowed with great fear to try to pull herself out from under him, but she screamed curled up around her body when he roared wildly, warning her not to move.