La Guerrera Capitulo 57 Novels & Stories

She was as intriguing as the starlit heavens he’d often wanted to explore, but never had. A warrior’s time was never his own. Once he became one of the elite Shadowmen and served as a Blood Hunter, his life belonged to the Guardian Forces. Even now that he was too weak to fight, time still wasn’t his. Not with Herrera threatening to destroy her. He couldn’t resist taking a moment more, though. He went to brush his finger along her cheek just to feel the realness of her, but saw her stiffen and an expression of pain settle upon her features. She’d been through so much. Instead of touching her face, he brushed the bloodstained front of her dress that Herrera had cut. A thin red line marked the

Lukas replied as he released Nagar. "I've got nothing else to lose, sir. I am always ready to die." He grinned. "I'm going out with a bang, make it count, Lieutenant. Give us justice." He then charged at Delubyo. "Hey, fucker, I'm delicious!" The soldier pulled the pins of the grenade he attached onto his belt and chest bandolier, he rushed towards the monster at full speed, the adrenaline taking its effect. Delubyo turned at Nagar, spread its wings, and charged, scooping the sergeant in the air.

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.

Arthur's POV I hesitated at the warrior's words but then I agreed. “Fine but you better make it quick.” We walked outside and then the warrior began to speak. “Gamma you're not going to believe me when I tell you this but the Beta is dead.” I froze up immediately, “What do you mean? Zaria is clearly alive.” “When we were at the battle front, I was trying to find a leeway so I hid somewhere and found the Beta get stabbed by some woman who I'm guessing is a witch.”

The Infinity Steles floated around him, exuding prehistoric power. “Haha.” Recovering from the shock, Gutierre laughed. “It seems that killing you will take some time.” Even though James did not die, Gutierre did not care. To him, he merely needed to waste a little more time. Then, Gutierre made his move. He took the initiative to launch an attack. Holding the Heaven-Piercer Halberd, he slashed before him, and the terrifying power moved like waves. James had a look of indifference as his aura became strange.

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.

Guerrero takes out his gun and shoots the man, square in his chest without flinching a muscle then he strides towards Jeremy. “What is this hostile reception I'm getting, Kid?” “There was a… situation.” “I can see that, even the slick and cunning Maxim couldn't slip through this one,” Guerrero mocked. Maxim moaned at his son’s betrayal, “You bastard.” He gurgled, struggling as blood bubbled in his throat. “Take him to the car,” Guerrero snapped at two of his men. “Our bargain is complete Kila Vongov, pleasure doing business with you.” Guerrero turns his back to leave but halts at the sound of two safety levers being flicked off.

It makes me want to puke in their faces because they squandered their degrees and diplomas, only to turn out to be vile murderers. A pale lady on the front porch smiled at me. She extended a mug toward me, as if inviting me to join her for a drink. But a tear slid down my cheek upon seeing her in her state. What did Santi do to Julius' mother to drive her insane? "Is this enough?" When I heard the tall cop speak, panting and sweating as he leaned the shovel under his chin, I blinked several times. Captain Guevarra is his name, according to the metal plate on his shirt.

The grip on me loosened instantly, and I heard a pained curse as the man behind me stumbled back. Seizing the moment, I darted away from my captor, and Hunter quickly pulled me to his side, shielding me. Turning back, I saw the source of the disruption. 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.

The servant handed him a scroll before excusing herself and leaving. Guerrian eagerly opened the scroll, but when he saw what was on it, the emotions in his gaze slowly changed. He started to find it hard to breathe. Seeing his change, Dexaldir went over to have a look as well. Instantly, he glared at Seraphine murderously. Seraphine retreated a step back in terror while facing his gaze. "D-Dexaldir, w-what's going on?" Guerrian charged at her and grabbed her by the throat. "You're a Phlegeton Demon! You're evil!"