La Guerrera Capitulo 34 Novels & Stories

Chapter 37 • • • • • • • • • • The clash between Levi and Sangre's man intensified, his movements blurring together in a symphony of power and agility. The sound of fists meeting flesh reverberated through the clearing, accompanied by grunts of exertion and the occasional cry of pain. The air crackled with an electric energy, a testament to the intensity of their battle. Levi's mind focused solely on his opponent, his instincts guiding his every move. He danced on the edge of exhaustion, his body pushed to its limits. Yet, he fought on, drawing strength from the bonds of camaraderie and the shared purpose of their mission.

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.

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.

Lower guards fighting for their lives against border muscle twice their size, that kind of thing. I rounded the pillar with my aura already flared out, ready to crush whatever was waiting in that clearing. Stopped dead. No brawl. No siege. Nothing even close. Garret — the Bloodfang Beta known across three territories for butchering border patrols with his bare hands — was flat on his back in the dirt, clutching a shattered jaw, groaning while his six enforcers stood frozen in a loose, terrified circle. Standing over him: Elara.

Narrow alleyways twisted like veins, littered with trash, stray cats, and men with haunted eyes. They found Tomaso Guerra in a brothel hidden behind a butcher shop. He didn’t recognize them at first. Then he did. And pissed himself. “I—I’m not one of them anymore,” he stammered as Luca dragged him into a locked chamber. “I left. They’d kill me if they knew I was even talking—” “They’ll kill you anyway,” Amara cut in. “So choose who you want to die for.” Tomaso looked at her and saw Isabel’s fire reborn. And he broke.

Don't touch her. He took a step. Then another. The barrier crackled. He put his hand on it. His skin burned. He ignored the pain. He raised his other hand. He pushed. The barrier strained, cracking. The circle flickered. I couldn't see straight. Aurek—stop—you'll die— He looked at me. Something dark settled in his eyes. Then I die with you. Before I could say anything— The barrier shattered. Light flashed. Chains broke. The floor split. And everything fell into darkness.

She was as intriguing as the starlit heavens he’d often wanted to explore, but never had. A warrior’s time was never his own. Once he became one of the elite Shadowmen and served as a Blood Hunter, his life belonged to the Guardian Forces. Even now that he was too weak to fight, time still wasn’t his. Not with Herrera threatening to destroy her. He couldn’t resist taking a moment more, though. He went to brush his finger along her cheek just to feel the realness of her, but saw her stiffen and an expression of pain settle upon her features. She’d been through so much. Instead of touching her face, he brushed the bloodstained front of her dress that Herrera had cut. A thin red line marked the

“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.

Guerra yelled angrily. Faricenda chuckled slowly, wriggling her hands in the rope that was already getting lose. "You just gave me three reasons and they are all pathetic to my hearing. You are only angry because no one has ever done that before, am I right?" She asked and Guerra's cheeks rose with anger.