La Guerrera Capitulo 38 Novels & Stories

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.

Gabriel flung his hand forward, and a gust of energy sent a third guard flying into a tree with a sickening crunch. But the remaining two charged straight at Diego. One swung a short sword, fast and aggressive. Diego ducked, narrowly avoiding the blade before countering with a quick slash to the man’s side. The guard stumbled, but not before the second came at him from the other side, swinging down hard. Diego barely had time to raise his arm in defense. The impact jarred his bones, but he gritted his teeth and twisted, slamming an elbow into the man’s jaw. The guard staggered—just enough for Hugo to grab him from behind and drive a blade between his ribs.

Instead of satisfaction, his anger and irritation surged. “FUCK!!” He stormed out of the main security office, slamming the door behind him. Kaizer casually flicked the cockroaches off his body. The war between them had begun, unrelenting, and neither would ever surrender. The Guerrero mansion itself would tremble under the chaos of a young master and a bodyguard who refused to yield.

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 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.

However, the other two paid her no mind, kicking her in the chest and sending her flying. I had seen enough of this show and finally waved my hand. "How dare you come and go as you please in our royal cemetery?" As I spoke, the guards forming a circle suddenly charged toward the three males in the center. The scene immediately erupted into chaos. Though the beastmen were formidable, I had deliberately brought many elite soldiers. Moreover, I fought with all the hatred from my previous life; each strike aimed to kill. The three were overwhelmed and had no choice but to transform into their beast forms, dragging the unconscious Victoria as they fled.

the sergeant shouted to his remaining guards, but his voice lacked conviction. The disorienting spell had clearly taken its toll on morale. Luz’s amber eyes remained focused, calculating angles and weaknesses in the man’s defence. “You fight well for someone who tortures old men,” he taunted between strikes. “But your heart is not in it.” Beside him, Leo and Sol moved like shadows through the remaining guards, their daggers finding vulnerabilities in armour and flesh. Cassandra’s shield continued to deflect arrows and cut down guards while Lua’s crossbow bolts found targets with deadly accuracy. By the time Luz cut off the sergeant’s head, all the other guards were dead. The sergeant’s headl

Leni gasped in surprise and stared in horror but Roque threw himself in front of Leni and got hit by the ball of holy flame. Roque fell to the ground, unconscious. Serra could still feel a speck of life left on his body. The heavenly fire punishes the deserving. Leni stared at Serra with hateful eyes. "What are you" Leni whispered. Serra didn't answer. "Can it be?" a Badblood whispered behind Leni. Then suddenly, Serra's sword vibrates. She looked around and there in the distance were Reapers coming to their direction. "Reapers!" a winged Badblood shouts.

the Ghost remarked, dispatching another enemy with swift precision. Luciana and Tomiwa didn’t hesitate. Grabbing the opportunity, they opened fire, covering Capello as he reversed the car , smashing violently into one of the SUVs. The battle turned into a bloodbath as the Ghost weaved through the battlefield like an angel of death, eliminating enemies before they could react. Sergio roared in frustration. "Kill them! Kill them all!" Dino sprinted toward Sergio, dodging gunfire, before landing a devastating punch to his jaw. Sergio stumbled, wiping blood from his lip. "You think you can stop me? Sanchez will—"

“Guila!” I called out, my voice trembling with disbelief and shock, as I found myself utterly stunned by the sight before me. It was undeniably Guila standing there, right in front of my eyes, and my heart seemed to skip countless beats in response. The deafening symphony of gunfire came to an abrupt halt as Antonio, equally dumbfounded and bewildered as I, urgently signaled his men to cease fire. Even the formidable Triad members, their weapons still raised, appeared momentarily paralyzed by the unexpected turn of events.