Kitt Ritter Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Papa shouts, ‘Go to your room and lock the door.’” “Then?” “I-I run,” Horror screens her face. “Blue eyes catch my hand! I bite him! And red blood on his car tattoo, and—” “Shut up!” I take out my phone and log in to my hack site. The image staring at me knocks me ass-first to the ground. Hatred, hot enough to combust me to flames, ignites inside me. KENDRICK MARTINS. Professional car racer: blue eyes, car tattoo, wielding a trophy with a broad smile.

Making them merge with the other groups. We train daily. We are responsible for learning as many tactics as possible. I as well as both betas and James are the main snipers. We usually are the first to arrive at the scene and the last to leave the scene. We gotta specialize in everything. From artillery to, combat, human and wolf form. Our specialty consists of different martial arts, combat, being the best with weapons, and my favorite.... being swift with the sword. There's just something about ripping a vamps head off with one single swift from my blade. Almost like a knife going through butter.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

Preparation is key for the impending battle, Kira told her before she started training her. Charlotte begins her training regimen with a series of stretching exercises, her movements fluid and precise. Limbering up her body, she ensures that every muscle is ready for the challenges ahead. With each stretch, she focuses her mind, channelling her inner strength and determination. She starts with the basics, honing her agility and speed by darting through the underbrush with the grace of a prowling predator. Each movement is deliberate, and calculated, as she weaves between trees and leaps over fallen logs, her wolfish instincts guiding her every step.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

Mateo swallowed, “Then hire a fucking nanny. We need Ella back to do her job.” “Mateo,” I hissed, shooting him a glare. He shut his mouth and darted his eyes away. “How’s Cato’s training going?” I asked, watching my son as he threw Elias to the ground with a thud. “He’s two months ahead of his target,” Mateo said, “That kid is phenomenal.” “Including his gun training?” “Yes, including that. But the chance of him ever using it is slim, you know that, right? We don’t know of any group of wolves using guns. Not now the cartel threats have been squashed.”

“Regardless of what you telling me, it's not going to leave this bedroom.” “These walls have ears, and if you think that anything that you say is not known to others, you are very wrong. This place is not a place for you to mess around or to think that you have the privacy or the silence or solitude. Everything they you say is heard. Every move that you make is calculated and one mistake can end up being fatal.” She said, almost like a warning. But then she chose to continue. “The war. His father. The betrayal. This place. Take your pick. Nolan’s always been... composed, sharp, focused, but he used to be human under all of that. Now? I’m not sure he even remembers what softness feels like. I

This time Adam decided to explain to her about everything. "He is none other than the Christian Miller who recently won a global award for his impeccable designs. The same man who killed my father to become eligible for that award. ...." he explained how Kelly recorded his conversation with his friend and how Christian targetted the Knight group using Hudson. And why he is targeting Ivy. Because she helped Nikolai.

The whole place became as quiet as a grave yard as Smith walked in and cleared his throat. Kate’s POV Since Smith killed my parents we have common ground to bear grudges against him. We have been waiting for hours now, yet no sign of Tanner. “Are you sure this will work?” I asked in disappointment. Agent Tom smiled and said “give it more time.” Smith’s POV I have already sent Tanner to finish off that snitch before we deal with the rest. I overheard everything that they were discussing. They missed some points. I will definitely remind them. Tanner’s POV

Surprisingly, he met no resistance and was able to take it from her easily, but then he felt a sharp pain in his throat, and his world turned upside down as he realized he had been decapitated. Katie, with bloodied claws, glared as more shifters entered the shed. At first, Katie thought it was the werewolf pack she had run from, but their scent and the savage grins on their faces indicated otherwise. Katie gritted teeth, feeling nothing but irritation and resentment toward the invaders in her house. Amongst them, a figure began to clap as he stepped forward, and Katie furrowed her brow, wondering who he was. "Yo, finally nice to meet the famous assassin," the stranger said with a toothy grin