La Guerrera Capitulo 38 Novels & Stories

Chyrill down her looks to stay away from Sergeant Herrera, she can't longer take a look again at Sergeant Herrera's eyes, she needs to control her feelings too, she doesnt want to be in love much more to this man, she feels afraid if being hurt again. It was midnight when they decided to go inside of the room Sergeant Herrera was deeply asleep as of this moment, she decided to go outside of the penthouse and take a walk on a sea shore, she just wanted to refresh her mind of all the things that is happening right now, she had learned to live a life without him, but all of the sudden there he was coming back and alive. She can't imagine that Sergeant Herrera lost his leg maybe, he fought in th

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.

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. Without hesitation, Malik walked up to the rogue with a fury unleashed, his blade moving in swift, decisive arcs. Each slash was a spray of crimson, painting the walls, my furniture, and everything in a grim picture of vengeance. Hunter quickly put his hand over my eyes, sparing me from the gory brutality of Malik's retaliation. Then, he started leading me away from the scene gently.

The other animals stopped running; their confidence boosted as they joined in the fight. It seemed their power couldn’t match mine any longer. Suddenly, the loud sound of gunfire echoed through the lonely bush. A deep scream erupted...it was a voice I knew all too well. It was the voice of my best friend, the one who had always protected me since I first became aware of my existence. “Valera, save me…” he spoke in a language only I could understand. I turned my head and ran toward the direction of his voice. I saw my friend lying in a pool of his own blood.

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.

“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.

But Gabriel’s hand found hers, squeezing hard enough to ground her. “Don’t look at the ruin,” he said, his voice hoarse but steady. “Look at me.” Her eyes snapped to his. In the storm of battle, his gaze was the only anchor she had. She nodded once, forcing breath into her lungs, forcing her body to move. They plunged back into the fray. The third wave was unlike the others. These were not ordinary soldiers they were Joana’s chosen, her fanatics. They fought with eerie precision, their eyes glazed, their movements tireless, as if their very humanity had been burned away.

He surged forward, wielding his sword with the authority of an alpha, the blade glinting in the dim light as he cleaved through the guardian's outstretched arm. The creature howled—a sound that reverberated through the air, shaking the walls and flooding Gabriel's veins with adrenaline. Lucas leaped in tandem, his agility allowing him to exploit the guardian's momentary imbalance, delivering a quick thrust to its knee, but the beast retaliated, swinging its arm wildly. “Keep pushing!” Gabriel roared, unleashing another blow that struck true against the guardian’s chest, cracking the stone in a burst of dust and rubble.

Kael and the two rogue warriors, cloaked and armed, were just about to slip past the small rear gate. “Stop right there!” Gomez roared, his voice thunderous. The warriors spun around. One of them lunged without hesitation, drawing a blade. Gomez dodged, pulling his own dagger from his side. Steel clashed in the moonlit kitchen alley as the Beta fought both men, fury coursing through him. One warrior slashed his arm—blood sprayed. Gomez grunted and retaliated with a punch to the other’s jaw, knocking him to the ground. But he was outnumbered.

LORD OF THE UNDERGORUND SOCIETY CHAPTER 73 [Same face, but with a different persona] It was after four in the afternoon in Belize, yet the agitation on Gerry’s bloodstreams seems like it couldn’t wait much longer. The Marlboro he lighted in a fewer seconds a moment ago was already left discarded, ashes fell on the floor, it was in an attempt to appease how nerve wracking he was onset with the mere thought of that gun being pointed at his head. He wasn’t usually a bum, no fear coated eyes, but to face Pablo Garcia, the gantillo [ the gun’s trigger] he hold never had given Gerry an assurance that he would sprawled dead on the floor. His threat he meant to commit, if given by chances to do so