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He feels my eyes on him and our eyes meet, I quickly look down pretending to admire my food. Alec clears his throat and introduces everyone in the room to ‘Raymond, the Head warrior.’ Raymond nods in greeting at Zylith when introduced, while I receive a rather cold glare. Guess not everyone is happy to have me here. The polar opposite greeting I receive from Erica and Avery, even Eric has been nothing but nice.

I whispered, the darkness in my mind igniting with a cold, terrifying fury. The mercenary stepped directly into our space, his heavy boots crunching onto the snow right beside my head. "End of the line, Brooks." I didn't hesitate. Relying entirely on the sound of his breath and the shifting weight of the snow, I lunged upward from the ground, driving the heavy steel blade deep into the mercenary's thigh. A sharp, agonized shriek cut through the night. The man crashed down into the snow, dropping his weapon. Before his partner could react, Lucien pushed himself up on his knees with a guttural roar, slamming his heavy forearm into the second guard's chest with enough force to crack ribs and se

She replied shyly. Charity my ass. "Are you out of your mind? The men that were in there were just bidding to get into your pants." "At least they are interested." She retorted. "I just want someone to talk with. I wanted a date." She admitted. “A date? The girls in that auction are practically being sold to fuck the highest bidder. They cover it up as a charity event.” I blurted out. “Maybe that’s what I needed, someone to fuck me since I’m not good enough for you to bed. Perhaps, that would get your attention.”

It might not be his actual death, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t feel real. “Are you okay?” Luka asked, returning to my side after defeating the Golem. “He… I…. He… What…” I stuttered, unable to form a complete sentence, let alone even form a solid thought. “Mercenaries are trained to kill themselves if they are captured. They are insanely loyal to their cause. He was never going to give up who sent him. But I already know.” “Then who?”

His eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. I drew a breath through my nose. The room smelled of old blood, burning incense, and scorched silver. I let it anchor me. I needed control. "Listen carefully. I am not your enemy. But I will not kneel, bow, or beg. Not for your alliance. Not for your approval. This is not politics. This is protection." I looked around the table, gaze locking with each of theirs. "I am telling you all, with full weight of the Revenant Line behind me: If another mercenary touches my soil, there will be no council. No negotiations. There will be blood."

came me. “Kill them all!” The voices called out. I enjoyed the strength that was flowing through me, even though I had no understanding what was occurring. He coughed up blood and was panting for air. His black-stained lips and tongue were visible to me. He belonged to a small group of lethal mercenaries known as the Children of Shanahara. I once read about them in an old passage, but why was one attempting to murder me now when they were thought to have been exterminated long ago? His heart escaped his chest as I balled my fist. Someone was trying to assassinate me by employing a group of extinct assassins, so I had to find Dimitri and we had to leave immediately. Two additional black-clad

No matter how long, someday he was going to talk or confide in someone who may later spill the beans. In every battle, casualties were inevitable as sanctioned by the Geneva Convention. There were always holy and unholy troops that gave directions to the winning platoon. Solo was on the left side of the equilibrium. His presence in Subi’s life was more redemptive than it was corporative. Consequently, the young beauty accepted the consequences of her wrongdoing and promised to brave it through to the end. She planned it well and exactly as she expected, results became visible five days later.

"Let's start processing the body. We should be able to grind the bones and process it into something else too." "Yes, sir." Everyone started working. The mercenary group consisted of many kinds of people and many kinds of races. They were all outcasts, and the Blood God Mercenary Troupe was the only organization they could join. "Hey, sir! We're two weeks away from big cities. The meat will get bad the moment we arrive somewhere we can sell it at a reasonable price," a big, muscular man said. Helena recognized the man as the only Lycan in the group. He had a weird and dangerous vibe but was tame towards the Leader.

But I heard nothing. Our team, the Mountain Hawk, stood frozen for a second, and then they screamed at the top of their lungs. We won… Just like in the previous life, we won. But the glory didn’t belong to Zack Hayes. Nor did it go to Evan Sterling or Kaelen Thorne. It went to Jonah Shepherd. Whose career as a winger finished after he left university in the past life. He never ever held glory, and tonight, he was smiling so widely and brightly with tears in his eyes.

The cold, rushing wind whipped into the office, blowing papers, files, and dust everywhere. I stepped right up to the very edge of the broken window. I kept my arm extended straight out into the freezing night. I was holding him dangling out of the shatt Hands clawed desperately at my arm, scratching deep red lines into my skin. “Noah! Pull me in! Please! I will give you anything you want!” he cried out. His legs kicked wildly over the empty space, and his expensive shoes almost slipped off into the dark. I looked at him dangling there. He was crying and begging like a total coward. I held his entire life in my single hand. If I just opened my fingers, he would fall for a long, long time. I