Martyr A Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

ERIN The letter crumbled in Marty's fist, paper cracking like bones. From where I stood, I could see his knuckles white with pressure, veins standing out on his forearms. Marcus moved closer to him, the only wolf brave enough to approach. Whatever Marty whispered made Marcus's face go pale. Then, in a move that shocked everyone, Marty straightened his shoulders, smoothed out the letter, and tucked it into his pocket like it was nothing. Like his world hadn't just imploded.

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

"The Silver Hunters ... I tried to draw them out of the school. Some of them came after me and Aldine, and we ... we did our best." I catch Marybelle's eye, and I can tell she's thinking the same thing as me. What happened to Aldine? Lee continues. "There were too many of them. We couldn't ..." He closes his eyes, trying to push away a painful memory. "They killed her." A wave of shock and grief washes over me, and I can feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. Aldine was one of us, a member of our group. She was brave and fierce, and she didn't deserve to die like this.

Was this how little I meant to him? Rage surged through me like a wildfire, turning my eyes bloodshot. Caroline, the culprit behind my death, was sitting right here in my very home while my fiancé erased every piece of evidence that could incriminate her. And me? My corpse was now lying somewhere, cold and blue. The cruelest part was that Jerome didn't even believe I was dead. … After dinner, Jerome stood alone on the balcony with a cigarette pinched between his fingers. His other hand swiped restlessly across his phone screen.

I ask, still not looking. “Not well,” he says, voice strained. “But, yeah. I do. They were good kids.” Tears prick at my eyes. What sort of monsters would do such a thing? Come in here and murder innocent people? “Brynn,” I gasp. Brynn’s dorm is on this floor. Like almost everyone else, she must have been sleeping when the Silver Hunters attacked. Did she manage to get away? Is she even still alive? “I need to find Brynn,” I gasp.

Then, she grunted, "Darryl, look at me again and I'll gouge your eyes out!" 'I'm one of the twelve Fiend Martyrs. I'm pure, arrogant, and noble. How could I hold it in when Darryl had seen me naked repeatedly? What a disgrace!' she thought. Darryl remained calm and he even went all out. "Fiend Martyr, don't be so unreasonable. You want to kill me, but you won't even allow me to take a few glances at you? Plus, if it wasn't because you wanted to kill me, you wouldn't be in this situation right now."

The young ladies were too terrified to even cry. That was when Rosalind stepped forward. She kissed the leader, stripped off her dress, and followed him into a room. Everyone knew what happened next. I wanted to stop her, but she moved too fast. I had to focus on keeping everyone else alive. Through the crack in the door, I saw her crawling beneath several men like a dog. The other ladies were too scared to look. In the end, she couldn't take it anymore and passed out. That was when I quietly took down the guard outside and worked with that mysterious organization to rescue all the ladies.

Feeling my annoyance prick, I open my mouth to argue, but I feel that damned blush beginning to burn on the tips of my ears and my cheeks. Fuck. I was becoming a damn joke to Elise, despite my best efforts to get her to take me seriously. “Sorry to break it to you.” Marty continues. “I can’t go against Rosco’s wishes. If I were to leave the two of you here alone, he would lay into me, and I don’t mean verbally.” “Are you saying you’re afraid of him?” I challenge. “And here I thought you were more than capable of handling yourself.” From what I knew about Marty, he was a mercenary before joining Rosco. He was also well known in the underworld for his brutal killings.

"But the dead deserve dignity. We should cremate it quickly. We can't let some unclaimed body delay your generous gift to me. I'd feel terrible." Just then, Kip arrived. He tenderly brushed sweat from Jen's temple, his sigh heavy with adoration. "You're too compassionate, Jen. After everything you sacrificed—the self-experimentation, the pain—you still defend deserters. It hurts to see." My brother, mirroring Kip's heartache, was about to agree when a construction worker yelled, "Hey! What's that shining in there?" All eyes pivoted. A cold, metallic glint winked from within my decayed rib cage.

It was a clear indicator that he was approaching me and the silver-barred cage they had imprisoned me in. “Time for another dose, Little Miss Wolf,” the man drawled tauntingly. A moan was all I could offer in response. How fucking pathetic of me. It was truly impossible for me to go down and die on this hill in a blazing fight with my dignity and courage intact. I was already far too broken for any daring heroics the Warrior and once Peacemaker in me was capable of doing. “Come on, beautiful,” he urged. “Have one more dose. I’m sure your beloved tyrant of a mate would love to see you die a painfully slow death.”