Novel & Cerita Heroes Katana

Water bucket hovered, dripping prelude to hell. Kenji stood predator still, porcelain sleeves rolled to elbows exposing a dragon tattoo coiled taut, obsidian eyes locked on the traitor with surgical calm. No suit now—just a black shirt clinging to lethal lines, katana sheathed at hip, unnecessary. His hand gripped the hose steadily, accenting gravel-velvet lethal. "OmegaTech. Names. Amounts. Or we continue." Rourke spat blood-flecked defiance, broken nose swelling purple. "Fuck your empire, Sato. Go to hell."

After a few minutes, she stirred and Ceaser quickly ran to her, he ran his hand through her hair and gradually began to stroke it. "My kitten," he smiled, running a hand across her cheeks. "How do you feel?" Aria slowly raised her face towards him, crying. Her eyes had changed colour, and were now deep red. Evil, malevolence, anger and vengeance was all I could see inside those eyes. Caesar continued. "Are you ready to pay them back for what they did to you?" He asked her, and just as I had expected, she nodded, hypnotised. "Very well, my little kitten." He continued to stroke her hair and then kissed her forehead before he handed her the knife. Then he instructed her.

An eye for an eye, Katana thought grimly, her resolve unshaken. Sergei, seeing his brother fall, let out a roar of rage and fired wildly in Katana's direction. She ducked behind a pillar, narrowly avoiding the bullets. Her team pressed their advantage, methodically taking down Ivanov's men. With a sudden burst of speed, Katana moved from her cover, firing as she went. She closed the distance between herself and Sergei, her focus unyielding. Sergei fired again, but Katana was relentless. She tackled him to the ground, disarming him with a swift motion.

In milliseconds we are on our feet running for the kitchen; only to find Katerina slumped over the kitchen work top, blood pouring from her back, and a masked figure standing there with a gun. "Kat.." Kol whispers. My heart sinks, "what did you do?" I roar with anger. "She deserved it." The masked figure said.. With a womanly voice. "You're dead." I state. Kol holds me back, shaking his head, "my fighters are on their way. It's not our job to kill." I sigh and nod, but use my fighting skills, disarm the bitch that shot, and maybe killed my mate before restraining them on the floor. "Kol, check Katerina! Now!" I shout.

Katya hops off the man, bloody dagger in hand. "Get up," she snaps at me. "They are coming." As if summoned, two bikers rush in. They see their boss with his throat split and rush Katya. For some reason they don't have their guns, maybe they didn't expect to use them against two women, but to my shock, Katya is good at hand-to-hand combat. She swipes the feet of one of the guys, takes the other by his outstretched hand aimed at punching her, and throws him over her shoulder and stabs him in the stomach.

“Kill her now!” Janita moved. She was fast, a blade appearing in her hand as she leapt from the dais, not at Kieran, but straight for me. She never made it. Kieran moved faster, A blue of silver fury , he didn't use his sword , his hand shot out claws extended and he grabbed Janita by the throat in mid air. He drove her down, slamming her body into the stone floor with a crack . He leaned close ,his voice low growl for her alone but that room was quiet, We all heard it .

My eyes narrowed. My chest rose. I kept walking, slowly this time, my eyes locked on him. He’s hiding something. “Dante!” I screamed, voice cracking like glass. My throat burned as tears slipped down, sudden and hot. “Just tell me the truth!” I broke off, gasping. My eyes darted around the room, and then I saw a long, thin metal glinting on the floor. It wasn’t a knife, but it was sharp enough. I rushed to it, grabbed it without thinking. The cold steel bit into my palm, but I didn’t care. I clutched it tighter, storming towards him.

I said, gesturing towards the chair opposite mine. The man smirked. "Little Logan cut the crap. Have you forgotten me so soon? You can fool the others, but not me." He walked towards me and reached out his hand for a handshake. I stood up and shook his hand firmly, trying to keep a neutral expression on my face. "How are you, Kane? And why are you here?" I asked him, still standing. "I used to be the head warrior of the Silver Moon pack and the kingdom as a whole under the leadership of the alpha king, Alex," he said, his tone slightly condescending.

This thing was big, industrial-looking, like the kind of cooler you’d find in a butcher shop. Cassius stepped aside, giving me a clear view. The lid was cracked open, cold air hissing out in little white clouds, and inside... It was Kane. The great alpha. The guy who taught me everything I know, who I’d fought beside more times than I could count, who I trusted like a brother. His body was crammed into the cooler, surrounded by frozen food and ice like he was nothing more than another piece of meat. His skin was pale, his eyes lifeless, and there was a single, jagged wound across his throat.