Night Furies In Real Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

There was an unconcealed fierce chill in their eyes. The Black and White Furies! They were the two strongest envoys under Lord Hades in the Hall of the Underworld! The number of people who had died under their hands was no less than a hundred! Moreover, not one of those victims was a weakling!

Despite the crowd wishing us well with a mighty cheer of support there was apprehension. None of us really know what the hell a Hybrid could be capable of. Will they be Lycan-like freaks of strength and power? I am grateful to have Zeke and Briss, although Briss will be constantly back and forth with White Forest. Alongside him I have the blonde haired Beta’s Riley and Rex plus the bald, shorter Trick, our expert tracker. Leona and Naomi would deserve a spot but they are heading up Cragstone defence. As expected, we were under attack the very first night. The trucks were attack3d with flaming molotov cocktails, flares of heat shooting up into the darkness.

I feel really bad for him. I had finished parking the car at the garage, removed the key and wanted to come out when I noticed two huge men in the back in black uniforms, and desert combat boots. They must be the Special Forces serving the pack, one of the deadliest sects of the military. They are used to war, they have faced a lot of difficulties from living in the forest and deserted lands for years on the grounds of deployment, with this they have no other choice but to be hardhearted.

“F*ck!” “How shameless!” To Alex’s surprise, the twenty or so people in which almost everyone’s cultivation base was stronger than him came forward for a mass brawl. However, he did not know that he destroyed Mount Fuji in Japan because of the true terror. Who in the world could commit such an outrageous deed? He was probably a god-like existence, right? Hence, the members of the American Defense Bureau went all out in their attacks. However, they had not resorted to any deadly moves.

But then, Alpha Darwin uttered the words that sent a shiver down my spine, freezing the blood in my veins: "The attack was orchestrated by the Dark Fangs." The very name struck terror into the hearts of even the most seasoned warriors. The Dark Fangs were not a mere band of marauders or rival packs seeking territory. No, they were something far more sinister—a clandestine organization composed of high-class assassins, renowned for their ruthlessness and complete disregard for human life. The tales of their cruelty were whispered in hushed tones throughout the supernatural world. They operated in shadows, striking swiftly and silently, leaving no trace of their presence except for the lifeles

"Hyenas! Six o'clock!" Jack leaned out the broken window. Through the driving, neon-lit rain, he saw them. The Hyena Gang. They were thrill-kill mercenaries, addicted to cybernetic implants and combat stimulants. They rode modified gravity-bikes that screamed like banshees, their riders clad in spiked leather and holographic skull masks. They were laughing, whooping, firing micro-missiles and automatic weapons into the air. To them, this wasn't a job. It was a party. And Jack was the piñata.

They'd settle their fight after their boss is fine. Silas swallowed nothing when she called his full name too. “Sir Gerard gave his order. Make sure what happened to boss isn't known to the workers for the time being,most especially the *SHADOW NIGHTMARES*” SHADOW NIGHTMARES is the name of naomi's dark fan base. Crazy,toxic, insane, psychopaths with zero tolerance for rubbish. They attack who's against NAOMI,they respect her works and they are the ones she lives for after her mother and daughter.

These were predators who had planned every single step. I did not sleep well. Morning came anyway. Zane knocked at six forty with coffee and the blue dress and a look that dared me to argue. I took both without a word. I was saving my energy. I was going to need it. The executive floor of the Fury stadium was quiet at eight in the morning. Glass walls, thick carpet, the kind of air conditioning that cost a fortune to maintain. I had delivered paperwork to this floor exactly once, in my foam suit with the left ear drooping, while a coordinator stared past me like I was furniture.

Then something inside of her went very still. Not calm, something older than calm. Something merciless. The Greeks had called them the Furies: female creatures born from blood and vengeance, monstrous women who hunted the wicked without rest or mercy. Nala remembered learning about them in college once and thinking the mythology seemed absurdly dramatic. Now she understood, though, because motherhood had made her ancient too. Protective in ways that no longer felt entirely human. Nala slid silently from the dumbwaiter and reached for the heavy marble rolling pin sitting in the crock beside the stove. Her fingers wrapped around the smooth cold weight of it, grounding her instantly in the simp

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I