Jericho Novels & Stories

He gave him a sharp salute and then spoke. "90% infrastructure destroyed General. Should we proceed to the next process?" The young general looked beyond, his gray eyes sharp and devoid of emotions. "Yes," he replied shortly. The ship suddenly shifted and it's crew came bustling around. The levers from the sides of the ship were slowly lowered as it started to descend and eventually landed on top of the tallest building in the city. A giant supervising the crew shouted commands as it guided the others to their stations. "Proceed to the next action! Collect the souls!"

Nneamaka giggled and tightened her hands around his waist. They sat for a while in silence, with the crinkle and sizzle from the fire burning away what was left of the night. It was a three months hunt into the wild, a quest to retrieve the head of ijele, the king of all masquerades. Anyone who finds its head finds the strength, not only to rule over people but to rule over spirits as well. But the trick was finding its location. Some who had been in the hunt before claimed that it normally hides under the nine rivers beyond the mountain tops, as far as crossing the desert. While some others had claimed that only the meekest and bravest find the trail leading to its location. It was to this

He paused for a minute then sighed. “Dillion was going through the files we brought from Mendoza’s compound and found out who his dealer is.” I waited for him to tell me. “Well, who the fuck is it?” He took a deep breath. “It is Joseph King, the leader of the Suicide Kings.” I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. The Suicide Kings were the only gang in New York that was bigger than ours. Joseph King was a badass and I realized that I may have just made a deal with the devil.

“You never specified a time. Just in the morning.” “We’re both on a tight schedule here. Let’s go.” Jack walked ahead of her first. Their destination was already in view. The Crane’s Mansion, also known as Cecilia’s mansion. Once they were near the gate of the mansion, they were halted by a pair of security guards. “Excuse me, sir, madam, may I know who you are?” One of the guards asked. Jack took off his glasses and showed his Hunter tag that also had a card that showed who he was specifically. The guards were surprised and they were also surprised when Sara tipped her hat up to show her face.

She didn’t seem to be convinced of my answer, so she asked again, “And where are those places specifically?” I paused. She was such a fish bone in the throat. “Almost everywhere,” I said. “At the Mt. Zion graveyard, at a random person’s orchard, at the swamp before Miagos Rice Terraces, at the dock by the end of the town, and the rest were sunken down the deep sea below the bridge that connected the Jordan City and Metro Guadalupe."

Jericho said as soon as I landed, I smile and turn to him he was leaning on a container. " long time bro " I said and we both shook hands " yeah pretty long I guess " he mumbled lowly and I nodded while squeezing his shoulders lightly "so where did you wonder off to this time " I ask and his expression crumbled and I sigh knowing full well it was always the same news . Jericho has been searching aimlessly for Cammy and hell it hasn't been fruitful at all . I won't blame him some times love makes us do things " I .. I still.." he stammered

Kirito gasped and moved away from him. "Stop scaring me, you jerk! And how did you get here?!" Kirito got up from the sofa. "Huh?A dream? What a fucked up dream." He slept back again. Jericho sat on the top of the Tokyo tower and looked into his watch, the hands of the watch were moving anticlockwise. "Time is everything we have and don't" -To be continued

All the other men just watched me but the men I did not know stared at me too much it made me chock back a cry lodged in the back of my throat. My pack member slowly walked up to me cautiously not wanting to frighten me further. I remembered his name being Kian the third best fighter in our pack. He will be able to keep me safe from the men for sure if they tried to hurt me even though I knew the men looked like they wouldn't hurt me. It wasn't like they were rogue. Bending down to my hight Kian spoke as slow and softly to me as he can, "Alexa breath in and out very slowly you are having a panic attack."

ODETTE I placed a daisy on Slash's grave and used the back of my hand to dry the wet which had collected beneath my eyes. Jericho had buried him at home in the garden. A massive rock served as a headstone with Slash's name engraved. Each day without Slash felt incomplete. When he died, he left a gaping hole in our hearts. I knew Jericho took it badly. He would wake up in the mornings, forgetting Slash was no longer around, and call out for him. Sometimes I would catch him retrieving Slash's leash to take him out for a walk only to realize he could no longer do that. The look of anguish which hijacked his face each time made the

"Young man I don't understand, what does this mean?" "Are you attached to this city, Cyrus?" "Well no son, can't say as I am." "Well then, that card means that after I've taken my girl here to see her mom, we're going to swing back here and pick you up. We'll find you a home in Washington. That's as good a place as any, right?" "Well, I don't' is this one of those new fan dangled TV shows?" "No sir, you see those guys over there, we're bikers, and we have a shop where we build custom bikes back in Washington. I'm very serious."