La Guerrera Capitulo 37 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.

It has the power to put the fear of God in any man. I guess Santagato feels the vibes too, and the impending crowd of black suits moving in intimidatingly, so he breaks into a smile and pats Alexi on the shoulder in a macho yet wary way. Eyes flashing with veiled rage, yet he’s laying down his sword and raising a white flag. He’s in Carrero domain and it’s not a place you want to pick a fight when you’re alone and unarmed. That stubborn set of his jaw relaxes, and he leans back slightly in a less dominating stance, while still trying to pull off confident.

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.

Master Sanchez, cunning as he was, couldn't resist and coldly retorted, "Wait, I'll go ask for permission." Guillermo was impulsive and immediately got angry at the attitude of the gatekeeper, saying, "Who do you think you are? How dare you make my grandfather wait?" The security guard's eyes flashed with a cold light. "Mr. Sanchez, remember this phrase: Thirty years on the east of the river, thirty years on the west. Be careful that one day you may fall worse than me." After saying that, the gatekeeper brushed his sleeves and left. Guillermo, however, was so angry that his eyes were staring like copper bells.

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.

--- Kira and ten Forgotten fighters smashed through the weak side barrier— motorcycles screaming, trucks ramming, guns firing. Chaos exploded. --- Bullets tore through the air. Men shouted. Tires screeched. --- Kael shifted—half-wolf—claws ripping free. He lunged, dropping the nearest guard hard. Liora hit the ground behind the car just like he told her. --- Kira’s voice cut through the noise. “Get the girl! Go!” --- Kael carved a path toward Vortigern. Claws slashed. Fangs snapped. Two guards fell bleeding.

Chapter Four Hundred And Thirty-One "What the hell is going on here?!" A voice uttered loudly and the guard stopped in his tracks, turning his glare on the person who had spoken. Diego marched towards them, fury written all over his face. He advanced on the guard without breaking stride, and grabbed a fistful of his collar, slamming him against a nearby wall. The guard retaliated immediately, grabbing Diego's collar as well, then turned him around, slamming him against the wall too.

As one my fighters voices soared with mine, our courage indomitable beneath the ancient sentinels. River gasping against a redwood bole, axe leveled at this throat. Jeremy snarls "Ready to surrender, mangy cur?" Rivero smiles cruelly even as blood bubbles on his lips. "Why Captain, this is but the opening gambit. By sundown all you hold dear will be ash on the wind!" Jeremy recoils eyes wide with dawning horror. Chaos erupted as a hulking Rogue warrior burst from the underbrush, barreling straight towards me with a guttural bellow. I pivoted at the last instant, his claws cleaving only air as I spun beyond reach.

“Shoot them! Don’t stop until they die!” But when I howled, the wolves Guerrero had kept inside the room had found hope and courage. With the remaining strength they had left, they howled back and tried to break the door which distracted the goons. Luther and I used that to our advantage. He, Isaac, and Tristan shot them while I lunged at Guerrero. I lifted him with one hand until his feet dangled while my other hand crushed his hand, the one which held the gun. The weapon slipped from his hand when his fingers broke.

Guerra shifted on her feet uncomfortably, his gaze was making her chest thud. "You are the one being rude, I never asked for your help." He said coldly and began to walk away again, huh? Is that what he would say? Hover suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking at somewhere and when Guerra traced his eye sight, he was looking Faricenda who was running after the crying Dama.