Kingpin Skylander Novels & Stories

The once-exclusive grounds of The Black Orchid now looked like a war zone. “Elena! Damn it, you can’t zone out like that” Isabella hissed, grabbing Elena’s arm and pulling her behind a toppled table. “You want to die on your first day in the family?” “I’m fine,” Elena breathed, though her heart was hammering like a drum in her chest. “What now?” Before Isabella could respond, a flare lit up the sky. A signal. Matteo’s voice cut through the noise via a radio, “East side’s secure. We’ve lost five men. Let’s push them outside to avoid further damage.”

And without the nagging from his conscience across the table. For the next thirty minutes, they discussed strategy and alternate strategy in case they found themselves with more opponents than expected. Several plans were made, depending on whether their target hunted with the pack or waited somewhere else. Eventually, William was satisfied they had a plan for each possible scenario. They loaded the car down with the usual cache of weapons, making especially sure they had plenty of silver-tipped ammunition. From personal experience, William knew the crippling agony of silver. No immortal could fight with the pain searing through their veins, which was why he used it when he was forced to pla

I glanced down at it and started running towards Skylar. Connor: He'll be wearing a black hoodie. Looks like that's the stalker guy. Before Skylar could've almost made inside the hallway where that guy was standing, I snaked my hand around her wrist and pulled her back. "Geez," She turned around, her big brown eyes wide in surprise. "What the hell, Caden?" I glanced behind her to see the guy straightening up from his leaning position. Oh no, he wasn't. "Gotta go." I whispered before dragging her along.

In one jump, she shifted to the proper position. Sky gasped. She quickly looked forward, ready to block the bullet in case Kendrick dared to open fire. As expected, the man standing at the end of the hallway still raised his rifle. The muzzle was pointed slightly low. Sky guessed that he had aimed at Summer's head. Luckily, his finger had not yet pulled the trigger. "So, you're the one named Kendrick?" Sky asked loudly. The man smiled lopsidedly. "You don't know me? You never read the news, apparently. I'm the most famous businessman in M City."

“This is Sky Sullivan.” “Noted,” came the reply. “I want The Wyvern in full action tonight. If Sachin is successfully assassinated, half of Great Sky Group’s assets will be yours to take.” “Sounds good.” A brief exchange concluded the deal. The Wyvern was an exceptional sniper squad, made up of retired marksmen from around the world, the best in their countries. They had arrived in the Celestial Empire a year ago, brought in by Sky with an obscene amount of money. Their purpose here was simple—to kill Sachin.

"Screw this." I looked over at Burney, horrified to see him running at Stan. He threw his weight into the Taken's back, knocking him forward. Stan shrieked from the surprise attack and Mike grunted, landing pinned beneath the Taken Scorcher. I turned from the three man pile and reefed the gun free of Ronnie's stiff fingers. "Burney!" He'd separated himself from the other two and was standing over them, poised to strike with Stan's makeshift stake. "You can't kill him that way," I yelled, throwing him the gun, "It'll send the shade bolting to someone else!"

Their friend was stunning and perfect and could be called beautiful by many. " Nothing, " they said at once swallowing hard as they are once again hit by how ridiculously beautiful their friend was. Skyler released a deep sigh knowing he was going to regret this night. His outings with his two mischievous best friends have always landed him in trouble. The three men walked out of the now deserted office to the lift that took them to the underground garage and they piled into Skyler Red tinted Drako GTE. Skyler has always had a weakness for fast cars and he just got this one few weeks ago.

Dax asks. “Yeah, this didn’t happen on pack lands, this is human land. And a human victim. So, human cops.” I remind him. “Beta Cayden”, I say in the mind link, “call the local P.D. and tell them we have a deceased human male in the no man’s land between our pack and Alpha Connor’s.” “Oh, shit. Is it…?” He asks as though he doesn’t want to say the word. “Yeah. The guy has two small puncture wounds on his neck.”