How Did Homelander Kill Black Noir นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“We will witness how darkness takes its toll and how destiny unfolds in the shadows as two past lovers— one chosen and one forgotten, will create the color I have strived to create for decades— black. The forgotten one shall kill the other one to become the Chosen one and the Lord of Darkness, and with this, I can rest peacefully in the aftershadows, knowing that my legacy is preceded...” “Kill her!” He said… I groaned now as I was just some inches, bleeds, and mere slips away from falling off. Landon didn’t even need to do anything— my demise was certain. He was just merely before me serving as a control in case there was a miracle that somehow tried to deliver me. But now, there were no su

Still, nothing. I glanced over to the corner where a hot fire crackled, the rod bearing the Luciano family emblem glowing red in the flames. Without hesitation, I seized the rod, its heat searing through my gloves, and walked toward Amando, my first target. His wide, fearful eyes met mine, but he was too late to beg. The pain was about to speak for him. I placed the hot rod on his exposed chest, the contact making him scream in agony. My favourite kind of music.

Nico stepped closer, close enough that I could catch the faint scent of expensive cologne and something darker beneath it—gunpowder, steel, danger. “You’re making a mistake aligning with the DeLucas,” he said smoothly. “They’ll use you until you’re no longer useful, then they’ll dispose of you.” I tilted my head. “And you think the Morettis wouldn’t do the same?” His smirk deepened, but his eyes held something sharp. “I think you’re smarter than that.” I hated that he was right. I had no loyalty to the DeLucas. I was using them just as much as they were using me. But Nico Moretti wasn’t an idiot. He had seen through it almost immediately, which meant he wasn’t just here to warn me—he wanted

It looked as though a bomb had gone off. “Don’t ask…” he muttered, noticing how I was scanning the room. “What could you possibly be missing?” Enzo pulls the shutters down on the windows, and I feel like I’m living in some alternate reality. Or maybe a zombie movie. “Farrah Blackwood is a deranged, psychopathic murderer. She was so successful, she killed an Alpha and a Beta, as well as ten pack members that tried to intervene. Shot them with silver bullets so they’d suffer.” Enzo spun around, lifting his shirt to show an angry scar on his right side, “If it weren’t for Az, I wouldn’t be here.”

he commented. What if Hunter has been killed by Malia and Alpha Callum?

Thanks to Noah’s dish, the beta was getting an upper hand over his enemy. Hudson locked the black-assassin on his neck and twisted it with both hands—Crack! The ninja died instantly. “They took the kids!” Hudson shouted while approaching his comrades, his usual calmed-face turned panicked. When Wade, Martha, and Hudson quickly went outside to pick up the kids, Noah went to his room and grabbed his silver weapon. ‘As long as they live, they won't stop haunting me…’ Noah gripped his twin dagger and followed them downstairs, ’I need to kill them all, once and for all before they could harm those around me!’

“It worked. And she managed to get close to Landon. Lan knew something was wrong but he still played along with the game. He wanted to see how far Kain would go.” I frowned. “It got to a point that she tried to poison him. Landon snapped then. He killed her and delivered her body to Kain.” I shivered in fright. Damn it. Their world was so freaking crazy. The powerful could kill so easily without consequences. And I realized it when Kain had announced killing someone last night and no one had thought it a big deal. And I just had to play along as well. But damn it! Landon was brutal as fuck.

“He had him killed?” Clayton nodded once. “Suffocated. With a pillow laced with carfentanil—the kind that stops your heart before you scream. Then they finished him with a wire around the neck. Last night.” A chill rippled down my spine. “Why are you telling me this?” “Because that’s what Dontrell does. No trail. No second chances. And I warned you before… the Black Talons don’t leave jobs half-done. You finish the job, or they finish you.”

It was almost time for Lily to be back home. Uncle Giovanni threw the cigarette down the concreted roadside and crushed it beneath his polished shoes. "Of course you do," He said sardonically. "I don't know what goes in your head, Enzo," His hand lingered around his waist, around the handgun hidden away in the holster. BANG! The sound of a handgun firing off pulsed through the air. Enzo stared at his arm, it bled out and soon his sleeve got completely soaked in his own blood.

Garrett said. “What are you driving at?” Noah asked. “I’m saying that your plan failed, Noah. You only succeeded in killing the alpha of the former black burn pack. The rest of the family survived the accident, and now they're going to hunt you down and strip you of everything you have, then kill you,” Garret said. “Anaya Dragnon is actually Anaya Belmont,” Noah said in realization. “You know, there is a way to save yourself from this massive mess you've gotten yourself and your entire family into,” Garret said.