Novel & Cerita Hunter Golden Guard

Now that he finally had her in the grasp of his hand, he wasn't letting the little angel go anywhere. ****** Raphaella told the doctor of all the symptoms she had, and the doctor drew blood from her and took it to the lab for testing. So, right now she was waiting in his office for the test results and Raphaella decided to call Betty. “Hey girl, what's up?” Betty asked in her usual, bright tone. Raphaella groaned. “You won't believe who my new bodyguard is.” “Who is it? Is it that hot bodyguard/ model that we always see on TV? Oh my gosh! Is it Dwayne Johnson?” Betty asked, excitedly. Raphaella rolled her eyes at Betty's bad guess.

Hound countered. “And what does that mean?” “He’s part of an organization that sells information for profit,” Hound explained. “They’ve been watching me for a while now. Leaving him alive isn’t an option.” Emily’s voice softened, her tone pleading. “There has to be another way.” Hound ignored her as they took a sharp turn, arriving at Blackstone, a renowned store for battle wear, weapons, and ether-infused gear. Two guards in rare, glimmering armor flanked the entrance, nodding to Hound as he passed.

“The experts you prepared aren’t exactly good enough anyway. “Well? Why don’t you reconsider my conditions instead? “While I’m still in a good mood… Pedro’s eyes twitched before he instinctively glanced at the people of the Golden Palace. A short and portly man slowly walked out with a stern look. Despite his looks, he was incredibly agile. Naturally, he was a lot stronger compared to Senior Lee. “I am Hudson Ward of the Golden Palace!” Hudson coldly glared at Harvey. “You’re pretty good. You must be quite the big shot. If that’s the case, you should know my name.” “Not at all,” replied Harvey. “You…” Hudson instantly changed his expression. He felt extremely embarrassed as he gritted his te

Elder Justin remarked before following. *** In a place where only higher ups of Golden Hound Pack can enter. A standstill was happening between two forces. One was sitting in his well decorated chair, the Golden Hound Pack's Alpha. Standing next to him was a child at the age of 9. Standing in front of them are two warriors with their guard up. Vigilantly watching the enemy in front of them. They only have four people on their side, three with abilities to fight and a child who can't do anything.

Hacker warned. The team attacked the guards suddenly, the loud sound of gunfire filling the air as they fought. Butcher showed off his brutal combat skills, dispatching enemies with ease. Hardin was performing far better than anyone expected. Soon, all the guards were down, and they advanced into the mansion, easily defeating another fifty guards inside. Following Hacker's guidance, they moved toward the vault.

“I will be showing you ways of identifying and maintaining your electronic tool’s. A guardian must always carry three tools with him, an HBot, a recorder, and a weapon. Without these tools a guardian is likely to face defeat by an enemy at 70% probability. “the HBot stated. Within two weeks of attending the AI sessions, I had gained plenty of knowledge. When the lessons ended came to the class personally, with two HBots pushing large covered trolleys into the classroom. “I’m glad to see you all here today, I have a few helpful gadget’s for you “he announced. Ben gave each and every student a spy kit, it had in it an audio recorder, binoculars and a book filled with setting up of booby traps.

“But be careful.” “I know how to use a gun, Drax.” I chuckled sarcastically. “Great! On my signal,” He said, raising three fingers up to start a countdown. “Three… two… one…” *BOOM!* Lily quickly shifted into her wolf and pounced upwards against the manhole cover, sending it flying across the alley. Then her wolf jumped forward and grabbed one of the hunters and flung him meters across the road before he could even think of transforming in to his wolf.

His fighting skills would probably go rusty if he did not fight someone any sooner. They soon reached Fuller Golden Sands’ entrance. Six led the way, followed by more than a hundred people. They entered Fuller Golden Sands’ lobby. Six froze. In the middle of the lobby sat a young man. Behind the young man stood a middle-aged man. Under his feet was the lackey Harry, who had called him on the phone. A dozen security guards were lying on the floor. There were more than a hundred Fuller Golden Sands guests watching. It had been years. Six had not been insulted in this way in years.

To make sure he was alive, to get close enough to drag him out if we had the chance. I buried the bag under a mound of snow, marking the spot in my mind. Then I stepped into the clearing, my pulse hammering in my ears as I squared my shoulders and yelled. “Hey!” The two guards turned sharply, their eyes narrowing on me. My heart felt like it was trying to punch its way out of my chest, but I held my ground. “Get off our fucking territory, wolf,” one of them snarled, stepping closer, the sneer on his face daring me to move.

Maddison Spencer-Bennett The Queen's Royal Guard training coliseum was overflowing. The air, thick with the scent of damp earth and sweat, vibrated with an anticipation that bordered on violence. From the royal box, I watched the arena with a mixture of fascination and apprehension. Beside me, my mother maintained an expression of unwavering serenity, while Alonso, seated to my right, held his jaw so tightly it looked ready to crack. Alonso wasn't competing.