La Guerrera Capitulo 38 Novels & Stories

I yelled when the pavement trembled boisterously that the rough and wild noise of the upcoming danger was deafening. "Xiomara, it's one of the Eleanor!" Cerulean shouted before dragging Belle and Herofus with him to hide. Damn. Now I'm starting to despise my own blood. "Fuck! What kind of beast is this?!" Lieutenant William cursed and began to shoot furiously. "Run! Run faster!" Lieutenant William was in my side while Grande was constantly firing from behind. Her men were defending their troops and the other volunteers who were with us. "Xiomara! The bullets couldn't penetrate their skin!"

The words landed hard. Because she already knew they were true. Now that she had seen Guerero fight with her own eyes, she could no longer lie to herself. Then suddenly, Guerero saw Genaro. And something inside him snapped. His eyes turned wild instantly. No strategy. No caution. Just rage. He charged straight at Genaro. Danika barely had time to react. Guerero slammed into her shoulder as he rushed forward, throwing her violently aside. She crashed hard against the ground.

Chapter 38 • • • • • • • • A harrowing scene unfolded before their eyes, as the Sangre men found themselves ensnared in a desperate predicament. Trapped and surrounded, they stood at the center of a menacing circle, their hearts pounding like drums in their chests. The piercing glint of arrows, each aimed with deadly intent, was directed squarely at their trembling bodies, threatening to unleash a storm of fatal retribution.

“You’re the problem. Ever since she came back, you’ve been weak. Obsessed.” Valerio cocked the gun. “Touch her with your eyes again, and I’ll gouge them out.” Luca grinned. “There he is. The Valerio I remember.” “You’ve got one chance,” Valerio said coldly. “Surrender. Tell me where Lucien is.” Luca spit at the floor. “I thought so.” Gunfire erupted before the echo of his words faded. Sera dove behind a crate, returning fire with precision. Valerio took down two men before ducking behind a steel barrel. Bullets tore through the walls, lighting the garage with sharp bursts of flame and metal.

--- 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.

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.

Zack exclaimed in a firm voice, pushing Jackie to hurry as she grabbed the gun without hesitation. A wave of relief washes over Jackie as soon as she grasped it. They now have a weapon to use against Santi and Debbie. Zack clenched his teeth in wrath, glaring menacingly at Guevarra, who was still in pain. Zack's eyes clouded with rage as he slammed his foot harder into Guevarra's wrist. Guevarra tried to stop Zack by pinching and slapping his lower leg and kicking his other foot, but he still could not reach Zack when Zack moved his other feet to one side, making it impossible for him to reach Zack.

The third beep rings and they attack each other. My captor raises his arms above his head and attacks with his hammer, but the other is quick and dodges, sliding across the sandy floor as he goes to the left. He attacks, but is repelled with a punch that knocks him to the ground. My captor towers over him again with his hammer. Hits him in the leg. The howl that follows gives me goosebumps. My stomach is in my throat. I see Reeina dig her little claws into the arms of the chair, marking the wood.

"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

Narrow alleyways twisted like veins, littered with trash, stray cats, and men with haunted eyes. They found Tomaso Guerra in a brothel hidden behind a butcher shop. He didn’t recognize them at first. Then he did. And pissed himself. “I—I’m not one of them anymore,” he stammered as Luca dragged him into a locked chamber. “I left. They’d kill me if they knew I was even talking—” “They’ll kill you anyway,” Amara cut in. “So choose who you want to die for.” Tomaso looked at her and saw Isabel’s fire reborn. And he broke.