Novel & Cerita Homelander Kills Black Noir

He said, “Is Black Nergal losing its members? Haven’t you given up on this so-called dream of yours by now?” Adrian was not acquainted with Lonewolf but he could tell that Lonewolf was from Black Nergal from the battle suit he was wearing. Black Nergal was Adrian’s old enemy so he was no stranger to their battle suit. On the other hand, Lonewolf’s gaze turned ferocious and pointed at Adrian. “You killed my father. So today, I’m going to kill you. I want the world to know that I am unparalleled in this world. “You’re just an ant under my foot—a worm in my palm—that could not amount to anything useful!”

But the rules in the underworld made it less surprising, the strong takes it all in our world. The strongest lion will bow when he stands before a stronger lion, that was the case with all these mafia heads. "I don't care how you all do it, but you all have to use your resources. Find this person called Black and bring him to me. He's tried to harm someone close to me far many times now and I will take pleasure in killing him with my own hands." "Your wish is our command Lord Morano!" ----------

Our eyes met, and he saw the blood and the kids. “Oh, no,” I muttered. I knew that look. He didn't care about the battle anymore. He just ran. “Dominic, get back in here!” Killian roared, but it was no use. Black Moon smiled. “Good. Bring me the father too.” “In your dreams,” I spat. Dominic hit the platform and slammed into Black Moon. The impact cracked the stone. “You want my kids?” Dominic roared, looking ready to end a life. “Come get them through me.”

All eyes were on me. “Execution?” I laughed, looking at my wine glass. “What a waste. I don't want his corpse. I want every drop of his blood to replicate his process. Imagine an army of ten thousand men with the strength of Subject Zero. The human world, the Council... everyone on their knees.” “But he won't let himself be caught, Alpha” intervened an informant sitting at the end of the table. “Killian Blackwood lives in a fortress. He passes himself off as a professor and a tycoon. He is protected.”

I continue. No one says a word, silence fills the hall. “You all must be wondering what happened. Well, I killed him. I killed Nicholas Blackwood. He's a traitor and a murderer to all of Noire hills.” “A beast at that.” A voice spat out in disdain. I turn to look at who said that, Alpha Giovanni. He's here. Smoking, I tilt my head up in acknowledgement and he bows slightly too. It's so good to see him back on his feet, hale and hearty.

"Do not think you can deceive us into leaving with some made up lies. We are not moving from this spot until that black-eyed girl is dead…We won't leave!" Zoran didn't pay the man any attention or get angry. He just began speaking to the whole crowd, his voice steady and strong. "The evil mastermind who developed the poison is Lihont," Zoran said. "He is the one who turned your families into monsters. And right now, Lihont has taken your Alpha, Corin Haldrith, as a hostage. He has a plan to turn him into a monster that is even more powerful and more terrifying than the black-eyed ones you saw in the hall yesterday. If he succeeds, no one in Blackwater will survive."

And for a moment, the predatory lust in his heart was replaced by something much more dangerous: respect. "Well," Killian whispered, his own shift beginning to take over as his skin rippled with black fur and gold light. "If we’re going to die in the Gray, at least we’ll do it covered in their blood." The two most powerful outcasts in North Carolina stood side-by-side on the narrow bridge, a Blackwood Alpha and a Devonshire Hybrid, facing down an army of shadows.

Derek replied. "Then he's of no use to us," Landon replied. Before the others could comprehend what was going on, Landon descended quickly on the would-be assassin, and within a short period, the man's lifeless form crumpled to the ground with blood gushing out of his neck where Landon had sliced with his extended claws. "What did you do?" Zoe screamed loudly. "I did what needed to be done," Landon replied. "That man tried to assassinate my father! The Beta to your pack!"

I could feel my chest tightening, my jaw clenching so hard it hurt. Noel. If he killed Uncle Sandro, he wasn’t done. He wouldn’t stop. That bastard never stops—not until he has everything handed to him. I ran both hands through my hair, pacing back and forth. Farah. Eloise. They’re next. I know it. Noel sees them as threats. He always goes after what stands in his way, and now that Uncle Sandro is gone, they’re the next pieces he’ll try to wipe off the board. He doesn’t care who he destroys—he never did.

His eyes snapped open, and his left hand lunged toward Aria in a violent strike. Landon had anticipated it. He raised his hand and grabbed Homer's arm. Although his grip appeared effortless, it was firm enough to hold Homer completely still. "Homer!" Inside Homer's consciousness, Sylas' expression twisted into something feral. "Stop resisting if you want to live. Give me full control of your body, and I will spare you!" Homer glared back with unwavering resolve. "I will never let you take over. If you want my body, kill me first."