La Guerrera Capitulo 23 Novels & Stories

I grit out, pulling back angrily and realizing he was basically throwing the match. The warrior muttered under his breath, “Better by you than the alpha beating me into a bloody pulp.” “Are these Gabe’s warriors?” I scoffed, purposefully egging him on. “Hah los guerreros de mi tío Javier les ganan cualquier día. (my Uncle Xavier’s pack could beat you any day)” My opponents eyes hardened. I’d gotten to him. This time, when I threw a punch, he caught my hand in his and twisted, bringing me to my knees. But I was ready. I stuck my leg out, tripping him onto his back and tackled him triumphantly.

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.

“You don’t understand. The Labyrinth—” “I understand enough,” Rivera snapped, her tone cutting steel. “We’ve seen Athens. We’ve seen the fires. You think you’re running toward salvation? You’re walking into a myth-induced death trap.” Dr. Voss edged forward, raising her voice to cut through the soldiers’ tense silence. “And your plan is what? Kill the Guardian? Cage the only creature tied to stopping the Chimera?” The soldiers shifted at the word Guardian. Rivera’s gaze locked with Cerebus — truly seeing him now. All three heads stared back. Not savage. Not wild. Something older. Something resolute.

The grip on me loosened instantly, and I heard a pained curse as the man behind me stumbled back. Seizing the moment, I darted away from my captor, and Hunter quickly pulled me to his side, shielding me. Turning back, I saw the source of the disruption. Rhea, despite her own injuries, had managed to strike the captor with a bigger flower vase, her fiery eyes shining even as she clutched her side in pain.

They were going to take the fight to La Spina Nera. But first, they needed someone who knew their anatomy. A man named Tomaso Guerra—a former Spina associate turned informant who vanished three years ago. Rumor said he resurfaced recently… in the slums outside Seville. “You really think he’ll talk?” Luca asked as he loaded a magazine into his Beretta. “If he wants to keep his tongue, he will,” Amara answered coldly. The slums of Seville stank of rotting citrus and diesel smoke. Narrow alleyways twisted like veins, littered with trash, stray cats, and men with haunted eyes.

"Who the hell gave you the guts to try to cheat me? I paid you $200,000 in consultation fees, and yet you worked with an outsider to rob my warehouse!" He punched Greg hard in the face, and Greg's gentlemanly face instantly swelled. His glasses flew into the air and shattered when they hit the ground. "Mr. Chapman, I can explain! This is all a misunderstanding!" He shouted fearfully. "There's nothing to misunderstand here!" Tony kicked Greg to the ground. "Drag this traitor out of here!" Several brawny workers who had never liked Greg came forward right away and dragged him away like a sack. Greg's screams echoed in the warehouse, and they slowly diminished as he got further away. The debacl

Leni gasped in surprise and stared in horror but Roque threw himself in front of Leni and got hit by the ball of holy flame. Roque fell to the ground, unconscious. Serra could still feel a speck of life left on his body. The heavenly fire punishes the deserving. Leni stared at Serra with hateful eyes. "What are you" Leni whispered. Serra didn't answer. "Can it be?" a Badblood whispered behind Leni. Then suddenly, Serra's sword vibrates. She looked around and there in the distance were Reapers coming to their direction. "Reapers!" a winged Badblood shouts.

the Ghost remarked, dispatching another enemy with swift precision. Luciana and Tomiwa didn’t hesitate. Grabbing the opportunity, they opened fire, covering Capello as he reversed the car , smashing violently into one of the SUVs. The battle turned into a bloodbath as the Ghost weaved through the battlefield like an angel of death, eliminating enemies before they could react. Sergio roared in frustration. "Kill them! Kill them all!" Dino sprinted toward Sergio, dodging gunfire, before landing a devastating punch to his jaw. Sergio stumbled, wiping blood from his lip. "You think you can stop me? Sanchez will—"

And when I glanced beside me, I gasped in remorse and fear as I saw Maddy, still struggling to stay awake and wrapped in plastic. "H-Help…" she mouthed at me, her eyes barely opening. It saddens me to see her in this state, but I know no words or actions can help her, especially if Santi’s hand’s on my neck. I'm flooded with remorse and guilt. I just helped the demons deliver her to hell. "Let's end this one and throw them both in the underground, sir!" Gueverra threw blows at my face again, nearly killing me as raindrops rained on us.

“Guila!” I called out, my voice trembling with disbelief and shock, as I found myself utterly stunned by the sight before me. It was undeniably Guila standing there, right in front of my eyes, and my heart seemed to skip countless beats in response. The deafening symphony of gunfire came to an abrupt halt as Antonio, equally dumbfounded and bewildered as I, urgently signaled his men to cease fire. Even the formidable Triad members, their weapons still raised, appeared momentarily paralyzed by the unexpected turn of events.