Mohawk Invincible Death Novels & Stories

Families whispered among themselves. Servants looked ready to collapse. Every person gathered in Moonfang territory had come to witness the mating ceremony between the future Alpha and his fated mate. Everyone expected a celebration. No one expected a rejection. Least of all Damian Blackwood. Across from me stood the man who had once been the center of my universe. Tall. Powerful. Untouchable. The future Alpha of Moonfang. My fated mate. The man I had died protecting. The man who had admitted he never loved me.

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

He then sat down on the sofa, opening a new can of beer, and gulped it down which moistened his dry throat before he said to Mohawk, “You guessed the beginning but not the end, huh?” “Hump! Cohen, don’t be complacent. We’re not finished yet. Just you wait!” One of Mohawk’s hands had been crippled, and he lost sensation in one of his legs because of a strike by the baton. However, he still had not realized what kind of person he had offended. He looked so unafraid that it was comical.

What was this situation? The accident happened so quickly that everyone did not expect it at all! Monki looked at Hunter. “You’re not hurt, are you?” Hunter shook his head. “I’m fine, but the leader seems to be… dead.” Hunter did not know where the huge electric current came from just now, but it electrocuted and killed the leader of the group of killers in just one second. Monki picked up a wooden stick as he swung it left and right and muttered, “Damn it. I didn’t see anything that could’ve conducted electricity like that on him.”

He demanded. "Her,” Maverick corrected sharply. “Her name is Diana.” “It talks.” “Of course I talk!” I snapped. Nicholai shot me a glare before turning back to Maverick. “Please tell me you plan on killing it, brother.” Brother. The word confirmed what I already suspected. “And why on earth would I kill my mate?” Maverick’s voice was low. I watched the color drain from Nicholai’s face. “Please tell me this is some kind of cruel joke,” Nicholai said with a dry laugh.