Kesatria Novels & Stories

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

I said, unsure. "Ah! You mean Ruhun Daji's high priestess.." the woman corrected us. I was about to speak when she continued her sentence, "my name is Aishatu. I am a priestess. Safia is Ruhun Daji's high priestess, not the deity." She clarified, and I nodded. There was no point arguing with this woman. I knew what we saw, and I saw the fear in the eyes of the council and the Sarki himself. No priest or priestess could give the Sarki orders. The woman led us to a hut, asked us to wait by the door and went in. A few minutes later, she ushered us in.

I turned to ask him what his problem was only to find him staring at my hands—hands which hadn't moved and sat limb on my lap. Miranda, Tory, and Ace were bickering about something while Priyanka laughed at the way Tory flipped Ace off. Quinn was close to dosing off on Gunnar's lap, his hand rubbing soothing circles across her back. And Jericho's attention was on me even though he feigned interest in whatever Ace had to say.

[Nero Orantri Occupation: President of Noxus Corporation Mission: Find and Assassinate Nero Orantri Reward: 5,000 IW Tokens] Nero Orantri a former IW Assassin Rank One. He is rank one for nine years. Expert in 42 different languages, an expert in combat. He earned the nickname Master Tactician. He wants to start a war by forming an alliance with our enemies. I've been in this job for three years. While I'm hunting the person that marks himself as the genius at this line of work.

Thankfully we didn't have to wait long for the announcement. As Andromache was portioning out breakfast, Minos’ voice boomed through the labyrinth. “WELCOME TO THE THIRTEENTH DAY OF THE FESTIVAL! TODAY WE SEND….. PERIBOEA AS TRIBUTE!” Minos declared. I glanced at Hesione and nodded as I stood. “I will collect her and bring her back.” I stated. “May I come? We weren’t exactly close, but our fathers were.” Melite questions standing up. “If you wish.” I nodded, grabbing my ax.

Nicki crinkled her nose, “Besides; tall, dark, and handsome isn’t interested in me. He’s fire and I’m ice, we just don’t mix well.” “Mhm.” Tyra nodded slowly, not at all convinced. “Rae’s most powerful element is fire, and Atlas is the High Lord of the Water court. If anyone can attest to the fact that opposites attract, its them.” Nicki stuck her tongue out in Tyra’s direction when she was pulled away by none other than Micah. He gave me a warm smile and promised to catch up shortly. As the two walked away, his hand hovering on her lower back, something almost wistful crossed Nicki’s eyes.

Persephone whispered, making a disquieted face. “Scared?” Freya smirked, teasing her, but she growled at her, “Shut up, This is literally the greatest advantage for me.” “Only if you are not afraid to use it.” She smirked, pissing her off but she scoffed, ignoring her. “These sights made me intrigued. What exactly is Katastrofi?” Tabit asked, turning to Huzefa, who pointed at the light in the corner. “Who knows? Could be hell, could be its ruler. You never know.” Gerald shrugged his shoulders.

The healer in her reeled, but the werewolf in her… watched, hungry and curious. “Welcome to the feeding ground,” Terra said, spreading her arms wide as they emerged onto a balcony overlooking a vast arena below. The chamber stretched impossibly wide and tall—at the center, a gigantic black lotus floated above a pit of writhing bodies. Feeding platforms encircled the arena like theater boxes. “And what is this place?” Emma asked, her werewolf sight picking up glowing energies being drained from the bodies below and channeled into the black lotus. Terra licked her lips. “This, dear Emma, is Kaliratri’s Embrace. A sacred chamber, inspired by the night of the goddess herself. Here, creatures of

Kael lurked at the edge, his sneer visible even from afar. "People of the packs," Thorne intoned, his voice amplified by the arena's acoustics. "The Crownbond has returned, binding these three: Isaak of the North, Rhaedon of the South, and Sierra, the heart of the triad. To prove its purity, they submit to the Blood Trial. Witness their dominance, their unity!"