La Guerrera Capitulo 34 Novels & Stories

It slammed into Guillermo's armor, crackling violently as sparks exploded outward. After the sharp electric bursts faded, thin strands of red lightning slipped into the armor itself. Guillermo screamed and threw his head back, his roar laced with raw agony. The sound echoed until the lightning finally died down. As the last sparks disappeared, his scream cut off. His right leg buckled, and he dropped to one knee, gasping for air. He panted heavily as he looked up at Andrew, his eyes filled with both shock and venomous hatred. Jose struggled up from the corner at that moment.

THE GUERRA ESTATE ~ SPAIN Gabriella burst into her father’s study at the Guerra estate. Her hair was messy, her makeup streaked, and her eyes were wild with anger. “He humiliated me!” she yelled. “He threw me out like trash!” She didn’t wait for Esteban to respond. “Alejandro had his guards drag me out and throw me into the street!” she cried. “For her! For that American nothing!” Esteban Guerra sat behind his black-marble desk, calm and silent. His silver hair was perfectly combed, his face unreadable, his cold blue eyes fixed on the papers in front of him.

⸻ And for the first time… The Creator of the Dreamer looked hopeless. 🖤 ⸻ End of Chapter 34 To Be Continued…

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.

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.

the captain said, his voice trembling. Closer now, the chanting rose, a wave of sound that shook the ground itself. “Guerrero Valanti! Guerrero Valanti! All hail Guerrero Valanti!” The cries echoed off walls and rooftops, reverberating through the city. The earth quaked beneath their feet. Lucia stepped back, clutching the railing. “Oh no… he survived,” she whispered. “This… this cannot be real.” She turned to her soldiers. “Arm yourselves! Prepare! He must not enter the gates!”

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

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.

He grunted in pain, doubling over. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Her arms shook. But she stood her ground. “Come on!” she shouted, voice breaking. “Come on then!” The third man leveled his rifle. “Enough of this.” Valeria froze, staring down the barrel. Her branch trembled in her hands. “Drop it,” he ordered. “Or you’re done.” For a heartbeat, silence hung heavy, broken only by the crackling fire in the distance and the faint howl of the wind.

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.