La Guerrera Capitulo 45 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

And when I glanced beside me, I gasped in remorse and fear as I saw Maddy, still struggling to stay awake and wrapped in plastic. "H-Help…" she mouthed at me, her eyes barely opening. It saddens me to see her in this state, but I know no words or actions can help her, especially if Santi’s hand’s on my neck. I'm flooded with remorse and guilt. I just helped the demons deliver her to hell. "Let's end this one and throw them both in the underground, sir!" Gueverra threw blows at my face again, nearly killing me as raindrops rained on us.

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.

Another came swinging a machete; she met him with a bullet in the chest and a knife in the gut. The men hesitated. Some cursed her name La Reina de Sangre the Blood Queen. The title spread as fast This wasn’t survival anymore. This was war. Across the chaos, she saw Raffaele. Standing tall atop the catwalk, his grin sharp as a wolf’s. He raised a hand, directing his soldiers like an orchestra of death. And then her gaze snapped left. El Cuervo himself strode through the haze, his raven tattoos catching the flicker of gunfire, a machete in one hand, pistol in the other. His men followed like shadows, cutting down Romano soldiers with ruthless precision.

How come I didn’t notice… F*ck! “Tie her. I’ll kill the boy first.” “No! Let me go! Gaille! No!” Alora cried. “Archi… please. Do something! My baby…” The moment Gaille left, one by one her men fell down on the dusty ground, leaving Alora alone, then someone went behind me, helped me free. “Apologies,” Agent Martin De Herrera—one of my second cousins—uttered while cutting the knots. “Sevillas’ men guard the place. We kind of struggled putting them down.”

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.

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.

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.

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.

It slammed into Guillermo's armor, crackling violently as sparks exploded outward. After the sharp electric bursts faded, thin strands of red lightning slipped into the armor itself. Guillermo screamed and threw his head back, his roar laced with raw agony. The sound echoed until the lightning finally died down. As the last sparks disappeared, his scream cut off. His right leg buckled, and he dropped to one knee, gasping for air. He panted heavily as he looked up at Andrew, his eyes filled with both shock and venomous hatred. Jose struggled up from the corner at that moment.