Mha Vigilante Oc Novels & Stories

He left. Disconcerted by his quiet words, she sat down in a chair. Great. Now she felt bad. Well, how was she supposed to know it hadn’t been the bad guys chasing her? Those poor sods probably had families. Disgruntled, knowing she’d sleep poorly anyway, she sat around and tried to think of something to make amends. *** Fallon paused in drinking his coffee, one brow raised. Malian had just delivered a piece of paper with a complex schematic. He had to smile as he read the messy handwriting across the top. Rain had designed a night vision goggle to protect his Haunt’s eyes from sudden flashes.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

He thought as he turned around and heading back the the SUV. Sterling building on the sixtieth floor: Makahi and Montego: “Where the hell is all these thing coming from? We have Werevamps coming in the building.” Maka mind linked. “It has to be the witch; we need someone to find her and distracted her.” Montego mind link. “I’m on it.” Night replied. “Be careful just try and distract her do not engage she is far to powerful for you to beat.” Makahi said, via mind link. “I’ll go with Night a warrior named Obsidian said via mind link. Which shocked everyone because he usually doesn’t speak he just follows orders he has never volunteered for anything.

It was a news alert, and the headline made her blood run cold: MASKED VIGILANTE STRIKES AGAIN: Three Gang Members Found Beaten Outside South Side Warehouse Elena's hands shook as she clicked on the article. The warehouse was two blocks from her community center. The gang members were from the same crew that had threatened Miguel. And according to witnesses, the vigilante had struck just after midnight. The same time Dante had been at her apartment. She told herself it was coincidence. Chicago was a big city. Vigilantes operated all over. It meant nothing. But as she stared at the grainy photograph of a figure in black disappearing into shadows, something cold settled in her stomach.

I wound my way around them, ignoring the shouted profanities as I approached the bullet proof booth, guarding the only entrance through the giant wall. The officer inside looked up, surprised to see someone outside a vehicle. He flashed his torch up to my eyes, making me flinch. Idiot. Didn't he know you didn't need a torch to see the blackened whites of a Taken's eyes? Maybe he was new. He didn't look any older than Burney, though this wannabe man in his grey uniform had a slight shadow where facial hair threatened to ruin his perfectly smooth face. Burney had never made it past a smattering of fluff.

He was more like the Dwayne Johnson of the town. "Speak to me mate!" He ordered, his voice bossy and cold, almost dead emotionally. They were both his companions in his sheriff town, always keeping an eye out and Rapidfire has been not a major problem but one of their greatest problems. He at first never wanted to intrude in the deals Rapidfire is into because the vigilante was helping them in killing what he hates the most, vampires. But the sudden outburst that happened last night causing chaos in the middle of his town put peoples lives in danger, civilians could get attacked my the creatures or worst.

“Good day, all. I am Mary Vaughn-Hamilton, daughter of Gerald Vaughn, Alpha of the Phoenix Pack, but some may know me as the Luna of the San Francisco Pack. Before drafting this message, I battled with myself, because I was unsure if it was the best thing to do. It is now clear to me that I should never have allowed myself to be silenced. My story deserves to be heard.

He was freaking turning out to be some kind of a soul-sister to him! . . . . . Maahi rubbed her forehead in dismay. As soon as her dadu had been admitted and the police had been notified, the whole hospital floor had swarmed with khaki uniforms. To his credit, Majid had been valiantly trying to stand strong in her support amid all these policemen. But he didn't have a prayer to start with when these vultures had smelt the opportunity to attack the weakest link of Vaghela empire, aka, herself. With the mafia kingpin Lala Amarnath Vaghela indisposed and his heir out of commission, it was a golden opportunity for them to shut all their operations at once. Drugs, extortion, money laundering, fra

“It’s your career on the line, not mine. Let the Chief think you’re a lunatic.” Officer Marlow snatched the device from her partner and clicked the button. “Chief? It’s Marlow. I’m down at the institute with the witness.” The walkie-talkie crackled. Officer Marlow paused, weighing her words. “She says there’s going to be a vampire war. Led by Kyle. And the only person who can stop it is Scarlet Paine.” She looked up at her partner’s raised eyebrows, feeling like a fool. Then the walkie-talkie buzzed again and the police chief’s voice rang out. “I’m coming.”

She had tilted her head back, offering the sweet, soft expanse of her throat to me like a sacrifice. You're going to get her killed, I warned myself, my jaw grinding until my teethached. Touch her again like that, and you lose your focus. I reached into my inner jacket pocket, pulling out my leather notebook to stare at the faded photograph of her from three years ago. I had sworn to protect her from the monsters of her father's past. I hadn't prepared for the reality that the greatest monster in her room, the one most capable of ruining her completely, was the man sitting in the shadows, counting her breaths in the dark.