Hanya Rising Novels & Stories

After all, she and Mikhael weren't married yet. Nathan shakily stood up and glanced at Valerie. "Hello, M-Mrs. Westwood. My name is Nathan Clark. Everyone calls me Nate, so feel free to call me that, too. If you need help with anything, you can come to me. I mean, you should probably go to Mr. Westwood instead." Nathan was trying to get on Valerie's good side, but when he saw Mikhael glaring at him, he hastily corrected himself. Finally, he was somehow cured of his inability to read the room.

She stepped into the light, revealing a tall woman with strong, athletic features and light brown hair, pulled back in a ponytail. “Base, this is Ariana” She spoke once more into the walkie-talkie “The target is down” Yes the hunt was on… and Ariana was the Huntress. George Jordan did not see himself as a prideful man. None of his academic or militaristic achievements put much of a smile on his face, but one thing he will always boast about, is his daughter Ariana. He watched, a massive grin stretching his lips, as she dragged in the unmoving form of her latest quarry into the association compound. The fellow hunters around them now already numbed to the crazy amount of success she had alway

Daniel’s niece, Veronica, was the first to raise her phone and scream. Then cheers followed one after another. “Wow! Veronica is right! I got fifty thousand too!” “Same here! The company really delivered this year!” “Mr. Aster is so generous! Hard work pays off! Let’s make next year even greater!” … One shout of “fifty thousand” after another burst around me like firecrackers. I lowered my head and checked my banking app. It was empty. Just like previous years, there wasn’t a single deposit notification. A tight frustration slowly built in my chest.

Andrew smiled and pulled her up, and the two continued their escape. He explained, "That guy's name is Jahmir Robles, a notorious lone wolf from the Northern Martial Union. Among the powerhouses at the martial emperor level, most have retired or semi-retired, prioritizing reputation and seniority. But this man? He's like a vulture, ruthless and shameless."

Alice turns on her back, hatchet in hand as the woman jumps on top of her. They fight with each other, each of them trying to kill with hatchets in hand. Fenrir slips and falls off a tree branch while trying to catch up with them. He lands on his side, his body almost completely covered in snow. Both of the women's attention turn to the sound of Fenrir falling. Alice takes this opportunity to free her arm from the woman's hand and plunges her hatchet into the woman's neck. She falls off Alice after her body immediately goes limp. Fighting for survival, but the woman's injuries are almost immediately fatal.

She would not allow herself to falter now. Grabbing her jacket from the back of the chair, Isabella strode to the window, looking down at the bustling city below. It was a familiar view, one she had grown accustomed to since taking the reins at Orion Tech. The city was hers to conquer now, but the path ahead wasn’t going to be easy. She could feel Ryan’s shadow hanging over her every step, a constant reminder of what she had lost—and what she intended to take back.

Tonight was the hunt, and she was both the predator and the storm. Nyxara Vale—the White Wolf, reborn, unstoppable, ravenous—had risen from the ashes. And she would make certain that every moment they had tried to bury her was unearthed, dragged into the light, and remembered for the reckoning it deserved.

Letting my gun rest casually in his direction, on my lap. His eyes lock onto my gun, before he manages to stand up, moving his hands along his throat, as if to relieve some of the pain. "I don't know a whole lot..." He begins, making my feet hit the ground, as I clasp the gun, pointing it in his direction. "I just know a name." He quickly states, peeking my interest. "What name?" I ask. "Rapture." He says. "What kind of name is that?" I ask. "It's not his real name. Only his hacker name. No one knows his real name." He states.