La Guerrera Capitulo 66 Novels & Stories

"You can't be in here! Do you know who I am? I am Xavier's—" Before she could finish, the lead warrior moved with terrifying speed. SLAP! The sound echoed through the apartment. The warrior’s heavy, leather-gloved hand struck June squarely across the cheek with brutal force. June's head snapped violently to the side, knocking her down onto her elbow. "Stuff that filthy name back in your mouth," the warrior sneered, stepping heavily on June's hand with her combat boot. June let out a bloody shriek as her fingers were crushed against the marble. "Ahhh! Stop! Please! It was Xavier! He told me to—"

Zarek grabbed her hand, anchoring her, but her skin burned hot—unnaturally hot. "She's overheating—get her to the healer," Jon barked, already clearing the way. "No," Veyra rasped, shoving herself upright with trembling limbs. "It's him. He's here." Zarek's jaw clenched. "Who?" Veyra looked toward the still-screaming fissure, her eyes glowing white-hot. "The Sixth." Perfect. Here's Section 3 of Chapter 89 – The Sixth Breaks Through: The ground around the fissure pulsed like a wound, the soil bleeding black smoke that curled upward and clung to the trees like a living fog. The land itself groaned, an ancient sound that made even the bravest warriors clutch their weapons tighter.

Older gangers would wave their weapons in blatant defiance, using their innate charisma and leadership to rally the younger ones back into the fight. That display of bravery was not a guaranteed revival of resistance. H-6 had witnessed a panic stricken captain fire at his subordinates as they continued their escape. Weapon discharge was detected by his visor, he raised his shield but took no hits. The sensors spiked up once more, the nearby ganger was firing on his own.

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.

“You don’t understand. The Labyrinth—” “I understand enough,” Rivera snapped, her tone cutting steel. “We’ve seen Athens. We’ve seen the fires. You think you’re running toward salvation? You’re walking into a myth-induced death trap.” Dr. Voss edged forward, raising her voice to cut through the soldiers’ tense silence. “And your plan is what? Kill the Guardian? Cage the only creature tied to stopping the Chimera?” The soldiers shifted at the word Guardian. Rivera’s gaze locked with Cerebus — truly seeing him now. All three heads stared back. Not savage. Not wild. Something older. Something resolute.

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.

the crowd chanted, their voices rolling like thunder. Guerrero did not smile. He stood still, stone faced, unshaken. “Since you refuse to step down the easy way,” he said calmly, “we will do it the hard way. You rebel.” Lucia grabbed a nearby arrow, pulled the string, and fired at the nearest soldier. The arrow struck his armor, bounced off, and clattered uselessly to the ground. The soldiers looked at the spot where it hit… then laughed. They rushed her all at once. Strong hands seized her arms and legs, dragging her down. Ropes were fastened tightly around her wrists and ankles.

“But only one of you betrayed blood.” The projector flickered to life. Images—documents, videos, recordings—spilled into the room. Voices raised. Chairs scraped. A man in the back stood. “I rescind my loyalty to Lucrezia.” Another followed. “She lied to us.” Lucrezia screamed. “You fools! You’ll follow a bastard with no spine!” Gunfire cracked. Sera turned instantly, her weapon drawn. Two guards lay dead at the doors. Chaos erupted. Valerio rushed forward, ducking behind a marble column, returning fire. Sera moved with lethal grace, dropping a man who aimed for Valerio’s back.

"Sanchez must be desperate." As they pressed forward, a third attacker emerged inside the compound itself, having slipped past the defenses. He aimed at Elena. Capello didn’t hesitate. Bang. The bullet from Capello's gun hit the intruder square in the chest. He collapsed. "We’re not losing anyone tonight," Capello muttered. Suddenly, Sergio rushed into the room, out of breath. "We caught someone trying to disable the backup generators. It's Joel. He's here." They raced down to the sublevel. Joel was tied to a chair, bleeding from a head wound. Two guards stood over him.

All she felt was Alessio’s grip, Gabriel’s stare. Her heart broke and burned at once. She opened her mouth. “I choose—” A gunshot cracked, so close it deafened her. The capo standing beside Ferrero crumpled, blood spraying across the table. The shield of men faltered, chaos breaking their line. Gabriel surged forward, Alessio pulling Elena with him. The war swallowed the hall whole. ⸻