Novel & Cerita Let Freedom Ring With A Shotgun Blast

Silence filled the room. Then… A violent explosion tore through the front gates. The entire house shook. Glass shattered. Smoke poured through the entrance hall. “They’re inside!” Alexander shouted. Gunfire erupted outside. Rapid. Relentless. Lucien snapped the ring box shut and pressed it into Aurora’s hand. “Wear it later.” She grabbed his wrist. “No.” He looked at her. She slid the ring onto her finger. Right there. In the middle of the chaos. “I’ll wear it now.”

Their rifles splashed into the water, useless. Bellamy fired three times, the deafening cracks of his gun blinding in the small space, but the bullets dissolved into the dark smoke hovering around Ravena’s face. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a second blast of pressure that tore the pistol right out of Bellamy’s hand, breaking his fingers with a loud snap. He groaned, collapsing into the wet mud, clutching his wrist.

Felix had given it to him a while back, just before he set out on that mission to Danest. Felix had said there was a mini bomb inside the ring, one that only required a certain amount of force to detonate. It was roughly as strong as a hand grenade. Cassian could easily deal with the corpses if he tossed the ring out, but it would've resulted in the same outcome as using the Covenant of Lightning. The corpses would all be destroyed. That wouldn't work for him either. He had to find some other method, one that would ensure their bodies could still be preserved.

The muzzle pointed toward the floor. I released my grip. The shotgun hit the concrete with a loud clang. The sound echoed throughout the foundry. I raised my hands, my palms facing outward. My strike guards did the same. One by one, they lowered their rifles. The red laser dots disappeared from Devereux's vest.

However, a heavy striker appeared before Melinda and fired his over-sized shotgun at her approaching form. "I can still take it!" Melinda said with gritted conviction as she felt her tattered shield fall into pieces. She flung the remainder at the shotgun mech, causing it to flinch for a split second. Her mech's raised arm began to fall, allowing the mace to travel in a dangerous downward arc towards the enemy's head.

That I was? I didn't respond. My emotions were a hurricane behind my chest. There was anger, confusion, and something that was strongly akin to fear. Flashes of images filled my mind in jagged pieces. Hands pinning me down. A voice whispering "La Serpiente." Blood and gunfire. And a man wearing a ring. The phoenix insignia gleaming on the piece of accessory. I staggered forward slightly, shaking my head to clear it. Just then, the sound of gunshots filled the air.

My eyes landed on a glint in the shadowy back of the drawer, a red metal symbol that seemed out of place. I saw the symbol, bold and striking. An image appeared in my thoughts where the symbol was part of a finger, matted to a ring. That finger hovered over the trigger of a gun. In my mind, I saw him, his movements swift and precise. He pulled the trigger without hesitation, the shot ringing out. Then he spun, smashing his fist into another person’s skull with brutal force. Everything in that moment turned blood red, the ring’s color blending with the chaos. It was vivid, perfect in its violence, red matching red in a way that burned into my memory.

Chapter 98 Roman's POV The residual ringing in my ears was a small price to pay for freedom. The chain on my right wrist, shorn by the blast from the suppressed muzzle pressed against it, swung loosely. Rory had simultaneously pulled a similar, albeit less elegant, maneuver on the bolt attaching her chains to the wall, a sharp, high-speed yank on the remaining fixed chain, timed with the gunshot. The rusty hardware had snapped, sending her sprawling, but freeing her hands.

The ring catches the dawn and throws coyote-gold fire across the entire plaza. I can’t breathe. I don’t need to. Celeste: “Yes. A thousand times yes.” The university explodes. Dragons roar. Phoenixes scream into fireworks. Someone’s griffin starts playing wedding music on a keytar. Remy slides the ring onto my left hand (right beside the stormglass band we forged the night the lake tried to take our truths). It fits perfectly. Of course it does. We kiss like the world is ending and beginning at the same time. Lightning forks overhead in the shape of a heart.

"You want the ring? You want to be the Master of the Ledger? Here! Take the weight of a thousand sins!" Jinyan didn't toss the ring. He reached into his pocket, pulled out the magnesium flare, and struck the cap against the limestone. The world disappeared into a blinding, agonizing sheet of white light. The magnesium flare burned with the intensity of a dying star, searing the retinas of everyone on the cliff. Crack! A rifle shot rang out, the sound echoing off the peaks like a thunderclap. Panni didn't wait to see if she could see. She moved by instinct, her memory of the terrain absolute. She lunged toward the SUV where Arthur Vincent had been holding Grace. She heard Arthur’s muffled cur