How Long Was Deku A Vigilante Novels & Stories

But he’d been dead for three years now—killed in the same rogue attack that had taken so many of our warriors. And the moment he died, Vivian’s mask had started to slip. “The kitchens, Aria,” Derek repeated, his voice hard. “And if I hear you’ve been slacking…” He let the threat hang in the air. Elder Margaret looked like she wanted to protest but she remained silent. No one challenged an Alpha’s command. Especially not for someone like me. I turned and walked out of the ceremony hall with my spine straight and my head high even though everything inside me was screaming.

They just watched each other’s hands, wondering which one of their neighbors carried a piece of green paracord and a sharpened blade. Korr had his security teams pulling the watch logs, but the physical data was completely blank. Whoever had driven that steel into Finn’s heart knew every blind spot in the cameras, every gap in the sector rotations, and exactly when the guard shifted. Then there was Ducky. The kid was barely nineteen, a scrawny, desperate baseline from the lower residential blocks who spent every waking hour trying to mimic Korr. He wore a heavy, oversized tactical vest that swamped his thin chest, and he always volunteered for the worst labor details just to get a single wor

They both nodded and with my next question I must remember to have a word with Noah as well, “How long and how many times has the treatment of your Pride members been reported?” I watch as sadness enters Duke’s eyes before he pulls himself back together, glances at his daughter and whispers, “I have been making anonymous reports as well as formal ones for around 20 years after Mane Beatrice killed my fated mate once she had given birth to Kyria. Most of my reports centered around the treatment of Elizabeth and Kyria here but there were a few to do with how the training was handled for the warriors as well. However, my reports, concerns and requests for an audience with the King were always m

When the Kingdom of Ans De Lou had just selected four young soldiers to send to the big competition, the Kingdom of De Kruk had already gone a step further than them. At the same time, Evan De Kruk, the king who had been the leader of the kingdom for more than 18 years, was standing watching the young soldiers who were training seriously. The four soldiers were dueling with swords. Beside Evan, 60-year-old Gareth Dee stood by his side, looking anxiously at one of the selected soldiers. "Your Highness," Gareth cried out when he saw the soldier he was watching fall to the ground with his opponent's sword stuck in his chest.

Deka continued, his voice rising, "she led us to war against innocent people. The Mighty Arrow Pack had done nothing. They were innocent. And we massacred them in their sleep. Women. Children. Everyone." He turned to Killian, and the look in his eyes was pure devastation. "I was so proud when you joined us that night. My nephew, barely sixteen, is fighting beside me for justice. For family. But it was all a lie. Your mother orchestrated everything. She murdered my wife and then made us commit genocide." Killian's vision blurred. He wasn't crying but his eyes were glistening red. He could feel something cracking inside him, tearing beyond repair. Deka straightened, and when he spoke again, hi

Roghd leaned, shoulder pressed upon a thick tree, keeping a lookout while we slept also, check. “Good morning sweets’” Roghd smiled gently at me. “Hey, did you get any rest?” I asked groggily. “You betcha, I took the second watch, Jace did good.” He stated proudly I wouldn’t be alive without them. Fifteen years had passed since I watched my family be annihilated within a single night. That night I turned from my brother’s fall to stare into the evil that was before me. To my astonishment, Dekk, my father’s regent, stood there face to face with me.

Momentarily perplexed, he focused on the bold font spelling out his alias, accompanied by a blurry picture of the infamous ranked Duskbringer. "BRAVE NEW HERO, SPECTRAL GUARDIAN MANAGES TO TAKE DOWN THE ELUSIVE INFAMOUS RANKED DUSKBRINGER ALONGSIDE HIS SQUAD!" the screen proclaimed, scrolling across the bottom as the latest bulletin of the day. However, as people passed by, Keagan realized that the screen did not show a clear image of him. He recalled Dante's inquiry about his name, as the media had been seeking it. Unfortunately, they hadn't captured a photograph of him. Nevertheless, a profound sense of accomplishment surged within him as he strolled past the kiosks, hoping someone would r

I turn to him. ‘What is it that I hear about a human here?’ ‘Alpha, the human is about half a mile from here. We didn’t want to be spotted, so we didn’t stay too close. Doesn’t seem like a hunter, but there is no guarantee that it’s not a trap, so we decided to tell Beta Mason about it. Then he told us you’re coming here, so we waited. The rest of the border is clear. Nothing out of the ordinary.’ The patrolman, Duke, explains nervously. He’s one of my strongest warriors with his huge bulky body and dark grey fur. It’s weird to see him nervous, when I’ve seen him rip apart a bunch of rogues with his bare teeth. WHAT IS IT ABOUT THIS HUMAN, GODDAMN IT?!

The two Dark Mountain warriors got out first. Both were large, broad-shouldered wolves in human form, alert in the way trained bodyguards always were. One had close-cropped black hair and a narrow scar beneath his jaw. The other was older, heavier through the chest, with dark blond hair pulled back at the nape of his neck and pale gray eyes that missed nothing. They stopped when Decker stepped out. Both dipped their heads immediately. “Alpha,” the older one said. Decker nodded once. “This is Edgewater Falls territory. You will show respect.”

“He’s been patched for just over five years now.” “So he joined up not long after we moved back down here, then. The Valkyrie has been here for seven years. The Duchess somehow lasted a couple years back home before she had to leave because the sexism and general bullshittery was driving her batshit crazy.” “She definitely runs a unique outfit here,” Rogue replied mid-beer gulp. “I hope you don’t mean that in a negative light, Rogue.” I raised one eyebrow, an unimpressed look on my face. “Of course not, Karma,” he replied quickly, almost too quickly.