Next Cormoran Strike Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was in their territory, and I had no idea how deep. Once my hands were free, I rolled my wrists and leaned back. "Okay, now what's your name?" "...Cormac." I nodded. "I'm Jack Spencer." Silence. Cormac and his men flinched. I smirked. Ah, there it is. "No relation to the one that died," I clarified. "Just happens to be the same name. Is that why you came to get me?" "Not at all," Cormac said, regaining his composure. "My son recently—"

Corin’s stomach lurched as the crowd pressed closer, their hunger palpable. Nan’s expression shifted, fear hidden under defiance. Gosh, these pack are cannibals, Orlando raised a whip, but before the strike fell, Rothgar leaned close to Corin and held him back again, flashing him a death stare. The whip cracked. Nan cried out, the sound torn from his chest. Another strike. Then claws raked his shoulder, dragging more crimson from his body. The crowd roared in delight. Corin’s teeth ground together as he swallowed his scream.

The raw, brutal force of the strike shattered the mortar, sending a shower of gray dust over the floor. "Commander, stop!" Tarek yelled, his hands working frantic to pack the clean linen into my thighs. "I need light! I need you to stay calm!" *BOOM.* Korr didn't listen. He hit the wall again. And again. The loud, hollow thuds punctuation to my ragged breaths. "It's gone," Korr muttered, his face completely cracking apart into a grotesque mask of silent, monstrous fury. He didn't look at any of us. He just stared at the brick. "The whole layout. Everything we built. Gone."

I said, and this time my voice carried such command that Reena actually took a step back. But she recovered quickly, her own werewolf nature responding to the challenge in mine. "Or what? You'll throw another one of your little tantrums? Maybe shatter some more mirrors and traumatize some more pack members?" "Reena, enough." The new voice came from behind her, and we all turned to see Cormac approaching with long, angry strides. His dark eyes were fixed on his mate with an expression I'd never seen before – disappointment so profound it was almost physical.

"She said she'll be coming here. She wants to understand everything you've handled for Ms. Windham—every detail." Cormac's earlier schemes vanished in an instant. Just moments ago, he had been planning to humble Lucas, make him understand that even after retirement, Cormac's presence would still matter. But now? Now everything was crumbling. In his panic, Cormac missed the critical point: once the Special Missions Unit got involved, they wouldn't just stop at his daughter. They'd dig into everything—including him. A crushing dread pressed in. He had never felt such utter powerlessness. His vision swam, and then—blackness. Cormac collapsed to the floor.

I was nearly at my door when I heard a low voice at the other end of the corridor. I listened with my werewolf senses and knew instantly the voice belonged to Carmen. The realization that I hadn’t seen her since she left my office that morning pulled me toward the sound. I walked slowly, steps as light as a feather as I drew closer. I made out the silhouette of her by the window, talking into her phone. “It is all going according to plan, so rest assured,” she said. My suspicion grew. Who was she talking to? “I love you too,” she added — and that was it for me.

The guy took out a walkie-talkie and spoke into it, saying, “Chief, we have one suspect. A female... I haven't seen her face yet because she's wearing a mask. But she tried to stab me with a syringe.” “Okay... We are moving in.” Mr. Bamford's voice came over the talkie. “I'm heading in now.” It took only a minute for the door to bash open, and Mr. Bamford rushed in with a couple of officers with him, and Cora saw his gun pointed at her head as he screamed, “Freeze!” “Chief Bamford.” Cora tried to say, but it felt as if every muscle in her body had stiffened.

Another man approaches with a plank and when he was about to strike Cormelio, Cormelio parried his wrist and booted on his stomach. He twisted the man's arm to snatch the plank and used it to slam on another man's face, it fell into shreds because of the impact, and the victim was rolled onto the ground. I am astonished as I watch Cormelio take those scoffers down one by one. And now I can't keep my eyes off his stances and motions as I picture everything in my head.

Max barely glanced at Lev before turning his attention back to the room, but something in that brief look didn’t escape Amalia: a silent, growing, undeniable connection. "We’ve confirmed Cillian’s movements," Max reported. "The first strike will be tonight at one of the coastal hotels. After that, they’ll move toward the center." Maddox nodded, his face stone-cold. "Then we won’t waste time. We’ll strike before they can regroup." Lev approached Amalia timidly, squeezing her hand in a silent gesture of support. Amalia smiled at her, knowing that although her best friend didn’t belong to this world of shadows, her loyalty was unwavering.

Carl sat back down and gives Amy a heart melting smile. Collin and the girls did visit Dolora, the doctor checked her vitals, all are normal and all is well but what doesn't is that Klyde McMarrow is still a big threat to all of them. "We've been tracking Klyde McMarrow from where he was most recently but..." Collin already know that every details will always have the word "but".