Guerrero Novels & Stories

Please, God, bring Pierce back to me whole and alive… Thursday, September 11 Guerrero, Mexico—middle of nowhere One-Mile had no idea what day it was or how long he’d been out. He pried open one swollen eye. He saw only bare concrete walls—thick and uninterrupted—without a window in sight. No surprise that he was alone.

Matteo, Matthew’s older brother, paced aggressively, fists clenched. “That damn Kuznetsov! How dare he betray the Guerreros?” Matteo’s voice thundered, eyes burning with barely-contained fury. “Dad, let me catch that bastard. I’ll bring his head myself,” Matteo growled, hair disheveled as he ran a hand through it in frustration. Mr. Guerrero sipped his coffee calmly, the heat fogging his glasses. He removed them with meticulous care, wiped them, and put them back before speaking. “Let’s just be thankful your brother is alive,” he said, gaze settling on Matthew, who stared blankly at the ceiling. His mind is trapped in a haze.

I chuckle softly, looking toward Zander’s arm. His face went from a small friendly smile to a frustrated glare. “Yes, and you did a number on Danni, Eric and five of my top warriors, three of whom are in ICU fighting for their lives.” he glares at me eyes flickering from gold to hazel as he tries to control his own wolf’s anger.

"I must apologize for giving this pack a hard time as the Alpha's personal maiden, but I am determined to see this through and make sure I serve the pack till death." I pottled into the shadows, watching them cheer as Ryu walked into the light. As much as I'd like not to admit it, he made a really good leader. Always defending his pack, making sure everything was well in place, and sharing a touch of fear with everyone just so they knew who was in the lead. "Arghh!" A grunt emanated from behind. I tilted my head to see a huge figure kneeling in the shadows with his left hand holding his right hand in place. He was bleeding despite the bandage holding his hand in place, a typical burn from a

“You’ve done enough. Be more careful next time. Save the fighting for someone who actually deserves it.” “Yes, my lady.” Gelo gave a sarcastic bow. Hera noticed the men watching and said, “Show’s over, guys. Get back to work!” As she walked away, Daniel, Gelo’s close friend, turned to Gelo and asked, “What’s a cowboy?” Gelo laughed and shook his head, “No idea.”

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”

I didn't even pause at the door so how did he manage to get it so fast. "What you just have to know is that Kennedy's work name is swift and that is because he's fast at everything especially theft abd breaking into things. He's one of the very best at what he does, taking your phone was a little challenge for him. Anyway now that your plan failed, what is it gonna be?" "What else? Isn't it glaring you won?" "What are you insinuating Mami?" I asked excitedly, Victory sure had a pleasant taste and I was reeling in it.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

The laugh that erupted from my grandfather's chest was sharp and bitter, like broken glass. "Risks? RISKS?" His voice thundered through the room with such force that the crystal decanters trembled on their silver tray. For a moment, I glimpsed the man who had built our empire from nothing but blood, sweat, and ruthless determination. "Who does this stronzo think he is? To suggest that I, King Guerrero, cannot protect my own flesh and blood?"

I hear her laughter from the other side, ''Good old times, Athena. ''I swear if you were at my place, I would have clapped with joy.'' I say annoyingly, ''So what's the news, Joanna?'' ''Do you perhaps know Alexander Herrera?'' Alexander Herrera, I thought to myself. ''No, who is he?'' ''He's a footballer. He's from Spain but he was raised and educated in United States.'' She continues, ''There's something about him, something... odd.'' ''Odd?'' I snort.