Mha Vigilante Oc Novels & Stories

His hand was heavy against my lips, my heart heavier against my chest. And when the lights went off, and the windows shut, my stomach plummeted. I could see the gammas he came with filling every spot in the firm, the fear on my colleagues' faces, on their desks watching as the most feared enforcers globally invaded their work space. The black uniform dressing, Pack Eviscera’s Royal Crest on the badges on their chests. My stepbrothers had made sure there was no escape.

Untraceable. The first to step out of the armored black SUV was MADWOLF—HY. Towering, sharp-eyed, wild. He didn’t wear madness on his sleeve—he wore it in his grin. His fingers hovered over the hilt of the curved blade strapped to his side, aching for chaos, for blood, for permission. “Two guards. Balcony. High-grade rifles,” HY muttered, voice low and eager. “Permission to make it messy?” Behind him, MADCROW—ER—was already hacking into the building’s security with fingers moving faster than thought. His custom wrist rig blinked under the sleeve of his tactical jacket. “Cameras looping. Alarms frozen. Going dark in three... two…”

I was happy and I nearly forgot about Japhet or dad, because in these months no assassination attack took place. I turned on the television for my daughter to watch cartoons but I saw news broadcasting all over. "VERY IMPORTANT! After two years of silence, Mafia Boss Xavier Hill of DarZ group has raided the Mayor of London for being corrupt," the anchor in the news channel read the headlines, causing me to freeze in my seat. 'Xavier is Japhet codename. Is he alive?'

me : yeah mom mom started crying arha and dad are consoling mom dad : baby cool down nothing will happen to her me : I will call to shopping mall security and ask for cctv footage dad : go I called to the shopping mall security department me : is it ABC shopping mall security department (SD - security department) SD : yes sir me : I'm Suhansh Bargav SD : sir how can we help you me : I want your parking area security footage SD : sorry sir we don't know what exactly happened but suddenly all our security cameras were hacked and not working we are trying to solve the issue me : just go to hell I hung the call iam frustrated who the hell dared to touch my little sister I think so they don't wan

Suddenly, Anastasia pointed at one of the farthest trees behind a hill. "What is that?" she asked. I didn't see that far, but I understood what she was referring to. It was a shadowed gimlet-eyed detector buried in a hole of the tree. Its transparent detection screen was impossible to spot. "That's Vigilante's surveillance system," I told her. "It has digital monitors that unite back at the camp. It can detect the temperature at night and stays awake even if security personnel fall asleep. We have them hooked up around the border about ten miles from the base."

To all vampires living on Bangka Belitung Island! In order to pay more attention and to tighten the protection of the whole city, the suspect concerned, namely the Cursed (HS), has escaped from the Lorentz Papua security booth. It reported that HS had left Papua and flew to Bangka Belitung, to hunt down someone suspected of being a wolvire. Stay alert! If the related wolvire has been found, please take her/him to the nearest headquarters immediately. Therefore, then that wolvire can be placed into headquarters for tighter security.

Pouring through the breach like an unstoppable tide. Dr. Magaret face went absolutely white. "Fall back," she commanded her security team. "Defend the vehicle. Get her out of here." The Vigil operatives opened fire. But they were facing supernatural warriors who could move faster than bullets could travel. Who could see in the darkness. Who could hear heartbeats and anticipate movement. The firefight lasted approximately twelve seconds. By the end of it, every Vigil operative in the garage was either dead or incapacitated. And standing over the black SUV, breathing hard, with eyes blazing with absolute certainty, was Archer.

Authorities Cite 'Vigilante Justice' as Evidence of Massive Criminal Enterprise Surfaces. Willow stood in the hallway, the phone trembling in her hand. She knew Roman was capable of violence—he was an Alpha—but this was a message written in bone and blood. He had dismantled an entire legacy in a single night. One enemy down, she thought, her resolve hardening. Now for the old wolf. "It’s over, Vincent Hale," she whispered. "Let’s end this." Clutching her phone like a weapon, she straightened her spine and marched toward suite.

She replied, her voice a bit deeper and dreamy, far from her usually weak low tone. Mauritius’ eyes returned to normal, and he sat calmly in his seat. Velmont heaves a sigh of relief, “Now that everyone has calmed down. Vesper, this is Mauritius. He used to be the third member of the Cavanaugh Detective Agency and, of course, the Elder in the Citadel manor. Mau, This is Vesper Miles. You know what she is. She’s here to aid the investigation as an undercover Omega. Mauritius roared at her, and she hissed at him in return.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, just heavy combat pants and a harness for his massive warhammer. He bounced on the balls of his feet. Energy crackled off him in waves. Heat radiated from his skin. "We hunt rebels?" Viggo asked, grinning. "We break things?" "We secure the objective," Barzil corrected, though he didn't scold the Uruk. "Neoma is the tracker. You are the muscle." "I break things," Viggo agreed happily. He looked at me. Sniffed the air loudly. "You look like beetle. Shiny shell."