La Guerrera Capitulo 8 Novels & Stories

--- Kira and ten Forgotten fighters smashed through the weak side barrier— motorcycles screaming, trucks ramming, guns firing. Chaos exploded. --- Bullets tore through the air. Men shouted. Tires screeched. --- Kael shifted—half-wolf—claws ripping free. He lunged, dropping the nearest guard hard. Liora hit the ground behind the car just like he told her. --- Kira’s voice cut through the noise. “Get the girl! Go!” --- Kael carved a path toward Vortigern. Claws slashed. Fangs snapped. Two guards fell bleeding.

A spur of both adrenaline and anger probably. "How do you like that, Guillermo?" I asked. "You gonna let a chica beat you like that?" he asked the man practically shaking with the gun at his head. "Don't be such as pucha." "Ella podría matarme Guillermo," he replied in a high pitched voice. I haven't done Spanish since high school so I honestly had no idea what he said but Guillermo rolled his eyes. "Hey bitch," he said looking at me. "Show us your tits and we'll let you go no trouble."

"Cap, here, she's a fighter." I smile. Persephone wipes her tears away and turns to face Ghost but has her head tuck, not looking at him in the eyes. "W-will, she b-be o-okay?" "Cap is a beast," Gunner shouted from the front as his voice made the child cringe. "Gunner, you ass! Ow! Gentle!" I hiss at the alcohol being pressed on my skin. With that tingling feeling, I clenched my fist, trying to endure the pain.

THE GUERRA ESTATE ~ SPAIN Gabriella burst into her father’s study at the Guerra estate. Her hair was messy, her makeup streaked, and her eyes were wild with anger. “He humiliated me!” she yelled. “He threw me out like trash!” She didn’t wait for Esteban to respond. “Alejandro had his guards drag me out and throw me into the street!” she cried. “For her! For that American nothing!” Esteban Guerra sat behind his black-marble desk, calm and silent. His silver hair was perfectly combed, his face unreadable, his cold blue eyes fixed on the papers in front of him.

Narrow alleyways twisted like veins, littered with trash, stray cats, and men with haunted eyes. They found Tomaso Guerra in a brothel hidden behind a butcher shop. He didn’t recognize them at first. Then he did. And pissed himself. “I—I’m not one of them anymore,” he stammered as Luca dragged him into a locked chamber. “I left. They’d kill me if they knew I was even talking—” “They’ll kill you anyway,” Amara cut in. “So choose who you want to die for.” Tomaso looked at her and saw Isabel’s fire reborn. And he broke.

The words landed hard. Because she already knew they were true. Now that she had seen Guerero fight with her own eyes, she could no longer lie to herself. Then suddenly, Guerero saw Genaro. And something inside him snapped. His eyes turned wild instantly. No strategy. No caution. Just rage. He charged straight at Genaro. Danika barely had time to react. Guerero slammed into her shoulder as he rushed forward, throwing her violently aside. She crashed hard against the ground.

He brings it on himself just by breathing in my direction. ‘I won’t stop till I knock your fucking head off, you wanker. I hope I break your nose or your teeth. I hope I take out an eye!’ It’s juvenile, but damn it feels like being alive again and despite my feverish head and rather crazed erratic mood, I am actually fighting for once. Camilla is still in me. She isn’t dead! She has just been hibernating. Mico walks at me from his side, palms raised as he tries to get past me to his cousin as a shield and I pause when I realise he is aiming for Alexi not me.

The other animals stopped running; their confidence boosted as they joined in the fight. It seemed their power couldn’t match mine any longer. Suddenly, the loud sound of gunfire echoed through the lonely bush. A deep scream erupted...it was a voice I knew all too well. It was the voice of my best friend, the one who had always protected me since I first became aware of my existence. “Valera, save me…” he spoke in a language only I could understand. I turned my head and ran toward the direction of his voice. I saw my friend lying in a pool of his own blood.

Nay Aurelia was cut off when Guia jumped hahaha. "Yes, yes, this is it." Shocked by Guia's promise, he sat down. But because of his sudden sitting, he didn't realize that there was a sharp stone on his seat, so he got stabbed in the butt hahaha. When I looked at it, Guia started crying and looked at me with anger mixed in. hahaha. "SALAVATION: HEALING TOUCH!" Guia shouted as he called on his power that heals injuries. He touched her ass and then it straightened up and started to close its eyes.

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.”