Novel & Cerita Mapleshade's Vengeance

I watched the life drain from his eyes, and with a final, satisfying crack, I snapped his neck. "Shadow Guard!" I roared into the forest. "Tear them apart!" The inhibitor had weakened us, but it hadn't erased our strength entirely. Rage and vengeance burned like a wildfire, fueling our return to the fight. My warriors surged forward like beasts unleashed. Gunshots rang out, but no one cared. We were wolves. We were predators. And tonight, the forest would run red with their blood. I snatched a silver dagger from the ground and lunged at the nearest mercenary.

“She may not survive the night.” Something inside me spark. Something familiar. Protective. “Then make sure she does,” I growled. “Use everything you have. Every herb, every drop of moonroot or wolfsbane extract. Do you understand me?” Elara bowed. “Yes, Alpha.” Then she began administering treatment to her, barking out orders to her subordinates. I watched as they try to stabilise her for a while before stepping out of the tent. I let out a long, exasperated sigh as I pressed a finger to my temple. Then I made my way back towards the forest to check if the Rogues are all dead.

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

I stood in front of a makeshift mirror - a polished piece of metal I found during my journey. My once long, flowing chestnut hair was framing my face, a face that is now haunted by the memories of my lost loved ones. With another deep breath, I gripped a sharp knife tightly in my hand and began to cut my hair, watching as the locks fell to the cold cave floor. As I cut, I whisper to myself, "This is for you, my family, my pack. I will avenge you." My voice wavers, but I steel myself, pushing forward with my task.

He fought with one hand, the other still holding my hand, his grip so tight, refusing to let go. “Damon, be careful!” I cried, my voice trembling as one of the masked men charged at him from the side; but Damon turned just in time driving his sword clean through the man’s neck. Blood sprayed, and he collapsed with a thud. Damon already killed four of the masked men, only two remained. They tried to flee after seeing the others dead but the warriors of Moonshadow emerged from every direction, encircling the last attackers. My eyes widened, where had they come from? Had they been following us all along?

Every sniper's gunshot and retaliatory shots by Jonathan's men could still be heard from here. "I promise Akira as long as I live I will pay everyone behind it!" Azrael shouted and at the same time bit his lips. Blood was dripping from its lips onto Akira's body “Azrael I know it is difficult but the people included in this plan are just outside. Pick up yourself we have to fight and take revenge on Akira” said seraphine and searched for tools to remove those tied to their hands Seraphine immediately found the sharp end of the iron and there they removed the chains from their hands.

Her brow furrowed as she gazed at me. “It's me,” I said, pulling the hood of my hoodie off my head and removing the sunglasses from my eyes. “Who Are you?” She asked, still not recognizing me. “Oh I forgot we haven't officially met, I'm Vanessa” Her eyes softened as she realized. “You are the girl who..” I nodded. “Yes” She groaned in pain. My eye moved to her stomach where she had gotten stabbed. It was wrapped tight with a bandage and a little bit of blood peeped through it.

He had driven her to the international terminal under the cover of a blackout he’d engineered in the Council’s security grid. "You can't stay," Malcolm had whispered, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard the leather groaned. "Victor is already hunting the rest of your bloodline. If you stay, you’re a corpse. If you leave, you’re a legend." At the gate, the young girl—eyes haunted and hollow—had gripped his hand. "Why are you helping me?"

Tonight, justice will be served, and even knowing it will be a hard battle, I feel it’s the right choice. The Ramsey name will be destroyed. Devalued. Hated. But Gutemberg doesn’t care about that. For him, vengeance and justice have no price. They’re simply necessary. The second part of the plan: invade Jimmy’s house. It will be at the exact moment the news goes public—when he’s at his most vulnerable. His anger will be his greatest weakness. We know his security is strong, stronger than before, since he doubled the team after my rescue. But we also know the new leader of the Reapers is with us. He’s already made his choice. And that alone puts us in a position of advantage.

"You gave Vesh absolute command today, Kaelen. Do you know what he did with it?" ​"Tell me." ​"He used the Shadow Legion as the anvil," Marcus said, shaking his head as if he still couldn't believe the words coming out of his own mouth. "He put his own highly-paid, elite mercenaries in a static shield wall against the main Feral horde, and he let our green, exhausted Vanguard act as the hammer on the flanks. He absorbed the brunt of the casualties to protect our boys." ​A slow, devastating realization began to bloom in my chest.