La Guerrera Capitulo 24 Novels & Stories

At the corner of her eye, she saw Leni pointing on her direction and the Reapers and Badbloods dashed towards her. Then she turned back to Rila. Her sister was looking at her and she was smiling. Tears smeared down on her bloody cheeks. She mouthed the words in her lips. "I'm sorry. I love you." "Rila!" Serra called helplessly. Then Roque brought his ax down on her sister. "NOOOOOO!" She cried. Serra then burst into a golden flame. Heavenly fire burst out from her chest and her sword blazed on her hand. Then she was suspended in the air like the sun.

Guerrero takes out his gun and shoots the man, square in his chest without flinching a muscle then he strides towards Jeremy. “What is this hostile reception I'm getting, Kid?” “There was a… situation.” “I can see that, even the slick and cunning Maxim couldn't slip through this one,” Guerrero mocked. Maxim moaned at his son’s betrayal, “You bastard.” He gurgled, struggling as blood bubbled in his throat. “Take him to the car,” Guerrero snapped at two of his men. “Our bargain is complete Kila Vongov, pleasure doing business with you.” Guerrero turns his back to leave but halts at the sound of two safety levers being flicked off.

I said, drawing up a chair so I was sitting in front of him He raised bloodied eyes up to meet mine and spat I could see that Ana has roughened him up a bit in my absence “That was not the welcome I was expecting” I tsked “Go to hell, Andres” he said, glowering at me “Sure but isn’t it great how you are going to be my forerunner?” I smiled, pulling out the Santoku knife DESIRE BECOMES SURRENDER BOOK 1 IS OVER BOOK 2 WILL BE UPLOADED IMMEDIATELY AND WILL FEATURE ALEJANDRO CRUZ AFTER HIS ESCAPE FROM ANDRES DUNGEONS.

My foot is still blazing in pain, as if someone had slammed a mallet into the interior, generating a searing sensation inside of my foot. With heavy feelings, a hurting body, and a tortured soul, I grasped the doorknob handle and leaned on the door for a few seconds, clutching the gun in my other hand. I sighed again before carefully opening the door. I halted when I saw Guevarra lying on the floor with his blood on it. The terrible quiet echoed in my ears like the drumming noises of my heart, and I bit my lower lip. I closed my eyes for a second before I forced myself not to stare at his horrific state any longer.

“But only one of you betrayed blood.” The projector flickered to life. Images—documents, videos, recordings—spilled into the room. Voices raised. Chairs scraped. A man in the back stood. “I rescind my loyalty to Lucrezia.” Another followed. “She lied to us.” Lucrezia screamed. “You fools! You’ll follow a bastard with no spine!” Gunfire cracked. Sera turned instantly, her weapon drawn. Two guards lay dead at the doors. Chaos erupted. Valerio rushed forward, ducking behind a marble column, returning fire. Sera moved with lethal grace, dropping a man who aimed for Valerio’s back.

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.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

Chapter 63 Truth *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** “What the f*ck is going on?!” Hector cursed as he tried to block Leila. Hunter tried to stop her – but she was just so strong. “Ouch! F*ck!” Hector cursed loudly – as he felt his arm getting wounded by Leila’s elongated nails.

How had Maya managed to ignite such a large-scale war? Victor stood beside him with a neutral expression and his arms crossed over his broad chest. Chandler turned to him, waiting for some kind of explanation, but Victor remained silent. His gaze was distant, calculating, as if already planning the next move. Then, his expression shifted slightly. A second later, his eyes glazed over. It seemed like his mind was elsewhere—receiving a mind-link. The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. “Maya has been captured,” Victor announced. His voice was filled with satisfaction and there was a huge grin on his face.

Hunter’s eyes shifted from the gun to Guiller, his fists clenching at his sides. "I don’t have time to kill you right now—I’ve got bigger things to deal with. But if you still want to end it all, go ahead," Guiller said before turning and walking out with Antonio’s men. Hunter stood there, frozen, watching Guiller’s back as he disappeared through the door. “How’d it go?” Don Antonio asked when Guiller got into the car where the elder was waiting. “He’ll come around," Guiller said confidently. “Any updates on Lady Aleah?” he asked, shifting the conversation.