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.

Chapter 63 Truth *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** “What the f*ck is going on?!” Hector cursed as he tried to block Leila. Hunter tried to stop her – but she was just so strong. “Ouch! F*ck!” Hector cursed loudly – as he felt his arm getting wounded by Leila’s elongated nails.

“Make love to your woman. Kiss your sons and daughters tonight because this is war. They took one of us, and we will make them pay.” Fifty pairs of determined eyes stared back at me as I raised my glass. “A nuestro hermano de sangre.” [to our blood brother] “Sangre por Sangre,” they all mumbled, tipping back their drinks, swallowing the bitterness brought by Gutierrez’s death. [blood for blood] ~~ Due to the continued search for the kidnappers and the amount of work I have to deal with in La Vista, I haven’t seen Viviana in days, but tonight, she’s all I need. Not to have sex, just to hold her in my arms.

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.

They were going to take the fight to La Spina Nera. But first, they needed someone who knew their anatomy. A man named Tomaso Guerra—a former Spina associate turned informant who vanished three years ago. Rumor said he resurfaced recently… in the slums outside Seville. “You really think he’ll talk?” Luca asked as he loaded a magazine into his Beretta. “If he wants to keep his tongue, he will,” Amara answered coldly. The slums of Seville stank of rotting citrus and diesel smoke. Narrow alleyways twisted like veins, littered with trash, stray cats, and men with haunted eyes.

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.

Mario halted abruptly and looked at Calogero. “Born in blood. Sworn in blood. You enter alive, you leave dead!” He spat and shot Calogero. He walked out of the room with his soldiers without looking back after wiping out a whole family of five. There is a cough in the serene room of the dead…