La Guerrera Capitulo 41 Novels & Stories

But before anyone could react further, Victor looked up at Lynnek one last time. With his final strength, he shouted across the battlefield— "Don't trust the prophecy... Find the Guardian of the First Moon!" A second arrow struck him. Victor Lucaster collapsed to the ground. Dead. Lynnek's scream echoed across the valley as the siege horns sounded once more. The battle had truly begun. End of Chapter Thirty-One

I glared, claws flexing. Vera stepped forward, her aura glowing. “We’ll see,” she snapped. Our hands brushed, the tension electric. “Stay close,” I whispered. She nodded, her lips near mine. The romance flared, my wolf purring. A guard stumbled in, bleeding. “Reinforcements!” he shouted. I tensed, claws out. Vera hacked a turret, exploding it. Sparks flew, and I grinned. “Hold them!” I yelled. Jace and Dax nodded, slashing guards. Blood sprayed, their moves fierce. The sanctum shook, chaos erupting.

Then I saw more clothes, the warrior’s clothes, ripped, scattered on the ground. The fourth warrior had shifted. And he’d gone after Lucia and Adrian. It was at that exact moment that I heard a blood-curdling scream. Lucia. The warrior hadn’t just gone after them…. He’d FOUND them.

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

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

I’d torn Beta team apart, and even though I was pissed at the general for kidnapping me, his soldiers didn’t deserve this. My door slid open and I heard a few pairs of boots walk in. I looked up, surprised, to see most of my squad come in. Forty came and sat beside me, taking my hand. “Hey… I know you might be feeling a bit mixed-up right now,” she said quietly. “But if he gets the Chair, or gets shot, it’s all his own fault.” “He’s been asking for it ever since he got together with the lieutenant,” Forty-One groused, her arms folded with a sour look on her face. “If it weren’t for Cap’s damn libido, my brother might still be alive.”

At the corner of her eye, she saw Leni pointing on her direction and the Reapers and Badbloods dashed towards her. Then she turned back to Rila. Her sister was looking at her and she was smiling. Tears smeared down on her bloody cheeks. She mouthed the words in her lips. "I'm sorry. I love you." "Rila!" Serra called helplessly. Then Roque brought his ax down on her sister. "NOOOOOO!" She cried. Serra then burst into a golden flame. Heavenly fire burst out from her chest and her sword blazed on her hand. Then she was suspended in the air like the sun.

My foot is still blazing in pain, as if someone had slammed a mallet into the interior, generating a searing sensation inside of my foot. With heavy feelings, a hurting body, and a tortured soul, I grasped the doorknob handle and leaned on the door for a few seconds, clutching the gun in my other hand. I sighed again before carefully opening the door. I halted when I saw Guevarra lying on the floor with his blood on it. The terrible quiet echoed in my ears like the drumming noises of my heart, and I bit my lower lip. I closed my eyes for a second before I forced myself not to stare at his horrific state any longer.

This is where Carlos Varela's soldiers were. Just as Diego was about to get his own troops ready, a figure stepped out of the shadows. Lucia Torres. "Diego, you're too late," she said with a sneer in her voice. "You've already lost." You will never get this pack back. "You're fighting a losing battle." Diego's heart sank as Lucia got closer and her smile got bigger. "Varela's soldiers are already inside. Diego, the real enemy isn't just outside. "Your bloodline is the real enemy."

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.