John Wick Novels & Stories

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

As long as he profited, he had no complaints. Next up is Marc. If Killian had the opportunity to choose among the four individuals, Marc would undoubtedly be his top pick. Marc, an exceptionally compassionate alpha, held a profound concern for the well-being and health of the citizens. He tirelessly implemented numerous regulations that greatly assisted impoverished families and instilled hope in underprivileged children.

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

I'm Dominic, his middle son. - Dominic, you must not remember me. I was 22 when you were born. - You don't have a 44-year-old voice. You sound like a young man. - Very kind of you, boy, but I'm 45. Can you tell your father to call me? I wanted to visit him. - Yes, sir, I will. Dominic had heard of John before. He was the first human that Ulric told the truth about himself. John had looked at him seriously, and Ulric thought he didn't believe him or that he thought he was crazy until John opened his mouth and said:

Not exactly a katana or a sleek pistol, but they did say anything can be a weapon as long as you know how to use it or so I kept telling myself. The stick wobbled in my grip as if mocking me, and I tightened my hold. "You've seen John Wick take out ten men with just a pencil, for God's sake. You can do this." The pep talk wasn't helping. My knees were already knocking together, and I wasn't sure if it was bravery trying to surface or fear begging me to sit my butt back down so instead I spread my legs into what I assumed was a combat stance. In my head, I was Keanu Reeves. In reality, I probably looked like a constipated flamingo. My heart thudded in my chest,

I asked her in shock, and she nodded in response. “I know, Joyce, but everything that I said is true. Liam Sterling, formerly known as Lupus Wick, is a mafia don himself.” She replied in a serious tone. She paused, giving me some time to recover from my shock. Lupus Wick…. I have heard this name very well. A scary face with a large scar under his jaw on the right side, going down the neck, suddenly appeared in front of me. I had met this person. My scowl darkened when I realized what was going on.

“Kill you.” I can only sculpt. My hand squeezes the sheets under me. My lips and voice both trembled. “Then why am I still here?” Hugo pulled his body back, making me take a deep breath of relief. “That was before I knew who you were, Barbara,” he said slowly. “However, some time ago, I decided that having additional strength from a possessor of holy blood must have been interesting.” I want to know how to use my identity as a wolvire to beat up this man in front of me. Sadly, I still do not know.

Jacob approached me as I walked into the kitchen. “So what’s the deal boss, why are we here?” I grabbed the bottle of scotch from the self and a glass. I poured myself a glass and sipped it. Jacob stared at me waiting for an answer. I flashed a devilish grin at him. “We are going to war.” He looked at me, confused. “With who and why?” I finished my drink and set the glass down. “Joseph King. He shouldn’t have double-crossed me.”

This wasn’t just an attack—it was a message. “She’s gone,” he whispered. Ravik’s voice echoed in his mind. Find her. Hunt them down. Tear them apart. But who? Who had dared to abduct his Luna? His thoughts immediately went to Valerian. That snake had been too quiet lately. His movements unpredictable, his mind unreadable. It wouldn’t be beyond him to use something this underhanded. But Alexandro had no proof. And accusing Valerian without evidence would plunge the two packs into a war neither was ready for.