La Guerrera Capitulo 37 Novels & Stories

"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

“An accord is paved with blood, Lance. Once she has what she desires, she will remember LeBlach as the town where her journey started. Let me tell you some, what did you see in her? In those eyes?” Outside of the tavern is Salavanta’s crew. Garth stands by a window and chews on a straw of hay. On his shoulder is Lard that has his ears pressed upon the wood as if he can listen to the conversation and finally Romera leans her back on a sign while she fiddles around with some new rings that she has acquired. “I say a broken woman, not a ruler. “The redhead captain walks out of the inn and so does Gardax right behind her. The door closes behind them. She takes a look at her small crew and they a

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

Nay Aurelia was cut off when Guia jumped hahaha. "Yes, yes, this is it." Shocked by Guia's promise, he sat down. But because of his sudden sitting, he didn't realize that there was a sharp stone on his seat, so he got stabbed in the butt hahaha. When I looked at it, Guia started crying and looked at me with anger mixed in. hahaha. "SALAVATION: HEALING TOUCH!" Guia shouted as he called on his power that heals injuries. He touched her ass and then it straightened up and started to close its eyes.

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

“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.

Suddenly, Roberto called out from the darkness. "Captain Terry!" His voice was sharp, cutting through the stillness of the night as figures began to emerge from the surrounding trees. Captain Terry, a hardened guerrilla leader known for his ruthlessness, stepped forward, flanked by his men. They had come running at the sound of the explosions, ready to assist. Terry’s sharp eyes immediately took in the situation—the defeated Japanese soldiers, the bodies strewn about, and the few captives still alive. His jaw clenched with grim satisfaction.

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.

LANG EMPIRE FALLS. Mamá hugged me, her strength returning. “You’re my hero, mijo.” Elena kissed my forehead, tears falling. “Our genius.” Alexander pulled us all close, his voice breaking. “Family.” The war was over. We were whole. Chapter 36 Elena Vasquez