La Guerrera Capitulo 12 Novels & Stories

another soldier began, turning his rifle under his chin in a grim resolution. Bang! The gunshot ricocheted, missing the soldier’s head entirely. A scarred, wax-covered hand had intervened, knocking the barrel off target. The figure behind it was imposing, muscles tense with the bearing of authority—a Baron. Others flanked him, igniting a flamethrower that roared to life with infernal light. A sheet of flame erupted, forming a searing barricade that incinerated the moths attempting to follow. The roaring blaze illuminated the Baron’s features: it was Gazier.

“Thank you for seeing me.” I did not stand. I did not offer him a hand. “You’re here because I allow it,” I replied. “Sit.” He hesitated before taking the chair opposite my desk, crossing one leg over the other like this was a business meeting between equals. “I trust my sister arrived safely,” he said. I looked at him calmly. “You lie too easily, Guerra.” His expression flickered before he masked it. “I don’t know what you mean.” “You said she was soft,” I said. “You said she was innocent. You implied she would be compliant.”

I yell out as I try to cool the hammering of my heart to a steadier pace, still foggy headed from sleep, trembling from my rude awakening and realizing I never even picked up a robe to cover myself. Camilla’s delivery no doubt. Guy sure is keen to deliver a parcel. Without hesitation, or even checking the peephole, I open the safety lock and ease the heavy fire door, just enough to pop my head round to see who is making all that infernal, impatient noise, with an irritated sigh. All the blood drains from my soul, my body instantly met with a cold wave and heart dropping lurch when faced with one casually dressed, and obviously majorly pissed off, Arrick Carrero.

His eyes widened “Wait—” Aurora pulled the trigger, the shot echoed across black water. Roman went still. Silence fell except for engines and distant waves, Aurora stayed kneeling over him for a moment. Breathing hard, gun still in her hand, then slowly she stood. I watched her, the woman who walked into this war and the one who just crossed its first line. She looked at me, there was blood on her cheek, fire in her eyes and no regret at all. “Section Twelve,” she said quietly, “is finished.”

--- Kira and ten Forgotten fighters smashed through the weak side barrier— motorcycles screaming, trucks ramming, guns firing. Chaos exploded. --- Bullets tore through the air. Men shouted. Tires screeched. --- Kael shifted—half-wolf—claws ripping free. He lunged, dropping the nearest guard hard. Liora hit the ground behind the car just like he told her. --- Kira’s voice cut through the noise. “Get the girl! Go!” --- Kael carved a path toward Vortigern. Claws slashed. Fangs snapped. Two guards fell bleeding.

It has the power to put the fear of God in any man. I guess Santagato feels the vibes too, and the impending crowd of black suits moving in intimidatingly, so he breaks into a smile and pats Alexi on the shoulder in a macho yet wary way. Eyes flashing with veiled rage, yet he’s laying down his sword and raising a white flag. He’s in Carrero domain and it’s not a place you want to pick a fight when you’re alone and unarmed. That stubborn set of his jaw relaxes, and he leans back slightly in a less dominating stance, while still trying to pull off confident.

If I could keep some of them busy, she might find another way. I ran harder. The tunnel opened into a chamber where the roof had collapsed years ago and roots hung like rag curtains. My boots slapped wet stones. A man stepped into the light with the Council insignia and a face I recognized. Captain Garran, his jaw set in a line I hated. He looked at me and did not flinch because he had learned to split a man from his fear. “Lucian,” he said. His voice had the smallness of a man who knows he will obey. “Stand down. Theron wants names. Stand down.”

I glared, claws flexing. Vera stepped forward, her aura glowing. “We’ll see,” she snapped. Our hands brushed, the tension electric. “Stay close,” I whispered. She nodded, her lips near mine. The romance flared, my wolf purring. A guard stumbled in, bleeding. “Reinforcements!” he shouted. I tensed, claws out. Vera hacked a turret, exploding it. Sparks flew, and I grinned. “Hold them!” I yelled. Jace and Dax nodded, slashing guards. Blood sprayed, their moves fierce. The sanctum shook, chaos erupting.

The Guardian's arm bent the wrong way. The second soldier attacked immediately. Luca sidestepped. Grabbed the man's shoulder. Used his momentum against him. And slammed him headfirst into a tree. The impact sounded painful. Extremely painful. The third Guardian hesitated. Just for a second. Just long enough. Luca drove an elbow into his throat. The armored soldier collapsed instantly. Three Guardians. Less than ten seconds. Done. Yet Luca wasn't smiling. Wasn't relieved. Because something felt wrong. Very wrong.

the crowd chanted, their voices rolling like thunder. Guerrero did not smile. He stood still, stone faced, unshaken. “Since you refuse to step down the easy way,” he said calmly, “we will do it the hard way. You rebel.” Lucia grabbed a nearby arrow, pulled the string, and fired at the nearest soldier. The arrow struck his armor, bounced off, and clattered uselessly to the ground. The soldiers looked at the spot where it hit… then laughed. They rushed her all at once. Strong hands seized her arms and legs, dragging her down. Ropes were fastened tightly around her wrists and ankles.