Movie The Cross And The Switchblade Mga Nobela at Kwento

My throat still burned from where his hand had been, and I could feel my pulse in my ears as my eyes shot instinctively to Lazarus. I shouldn't have looked at him. It probably looked guilty as hell. But there were too many things tangled up in this mess, too many truths stacked on top of one another, and no way to separate them without everything collapsing. There was the obvious stuff. Mystic Mountain. Opal. Nigel Senior. Noah. And then there was the stuff nobody here could know yet. Velma being Lazarus's mate. The curse. And most of all, the body swap. Nigel should have been the one standing here, explaining himself, taking his punishment like a grown wolf. But instead, it was me.

The Lighten coughs in blood trying to resist from the five beings. “This is hilarious! He really thinks he can still live after this.” Matteo grab the Lighten’s head and let him see the battlefield. “See?” The southern borders is covered with blood and corpses of the defeated battalion. The sand is all red, dark, and stinky. The battle has almost ended and the sight has brought pleasure to the victorious squad. “See?’’ “c-Cr-cro-crossbr-…crossbreeds…I-“ Matteo strikes him to death with his sharp stone mold. “That ends it here.”, Matteo satisfyingly said while looking at the dead Lighten.

She leads me away, positioning herself between me and the fight. But I can't tear my eyes away. Mikhail dodges another swipe from the switchblade, retaliating with a swift kick to the man's midsection. The man doubles over but remains standing. With a lightning-quick twist of the arm, Mikhail snatches the switchblade from his grasp. The man's eyes widen in shock as Mikhail plunges the blade into his chest, just below the collarbone. Blood squirts from the wound when Mikhail pulls the knife out. The man's eyes roll back in his head as he crumples to the ground. His chest heaving with exertion, Mikhail stands over the man, smirking as if the act gave him pleasure, and wipes the blade on the ma

"You're full of shit. I'd like to see just how long you manage to keep this form up. You know just as well that there's a price to pay for having such power." "To hell with you!" Maddox paid Wilbur's words no mind, letting out a loud growl as his scythes lit up even more brightly with spiritual flames and he brought them down on Wilbur in a cross pattern. "Darkness Falls: Cross Assassination!" The gigantic scythes swung downward with terrifying spiritual energy, their sheer size causing Maddox to retreat backward himself. The power of these scythes was ruthless, razor-sharp, and terrifying. It sliced through the air, letting out a piercing howl.

I thought as I locked the door. As I walked toward her, the gentle smile on her face slowly twisted into something sinister, sending an inexplicable chill down my spine. I was utterly confused… Why was she staring at me that way? "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" she asked. "What did you find out?" The rest of my words got stuck in my throat when I saw her bring out a knife from the delivery package. "Go to hell, bitch!" she yelled, stabbing me in my stomach with the knife.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

"This is a court-issued writ of execution. And this one is a Red Notice issued by Interpol." He pointed at Leo. "You're suspected of large-scale smuggling, embezzlement, and money laundering. Sophia is suspected as an accomplice. Rosa and her relatives are suspected of assault and unlawful detention. "Throw them out." The men in black moved instantly. Leo didn't even have time to react before he was slammed face-first onto the floor. His cheek pressed into the rug where Rosa had spat earlier, and he screamed. Clutching the necklace, I was helped to my feet.

“Hey, ma’am! Why don’t you get the hell out of here? Your son commits a crime, and you’re trying to pull a fast one?!” Margaret’s face darkened with rage. “What do you know? My son is a third-generation lucky charm! No one else would accept this girl—she’s damaged goods!” Gillian surged forward, ready to fight, but I quickly pulled her back and tucked her behind me protectively. Speaking softly yet firmly, I said, “Your son’s refusal to return my valuables is a crime. And now, you’re planning to kidnap me—a female student—to be your daughter-in-law, right in front of the police? Is that your plan?”

"Quick, he's running toward the kitchen—catch him!" My heart skipped a beat—we were in the kitchen area. I held Cassie tightly against me as footsteps approached, cold sweat breaking out on my back. "They're here!" The curtain was yanked aside, revealing Zachary's face twisted in an evil smile. He taunted, "Mommy, you're going to die again." "Look out!" someone screamed as a flash of steel appeared behind Zachary. In the next instant, one of the thugs had stabbed him repeatedly. Blood poured from Zachary's body, pooling beneath him as chaos erupted around us.