Noir Giabella Novels & Stories

“You think we’ll still be alive in a week?” Ellie didn’t answer with words, she kissed her; slow, deep like sealing a blood oath. Elsewhere in the hills Alba crouched behind a low wall of limestone, her boots soaked in dew. Giulia was twenty yards to the left, her rifle pointed at a crumbling road that hadn’t been used in decades. In the distance, they heard engines then silence. Then the faint crunch of boots on gravel. “They’re close,” Giulia murmured. “Five, maybe six. All Capetti. I see their pins.”

“Give me twelve hours.” “You’ve got six.” Jai finds the first one in four. “Northern Italy. Small town outside Florence. Property registered to a shell company that traces back to Shadow Council financial records.” Jai displays satellite images. “It’s a villa. Old. Heavily warded. But I’m picking up magical signatures consistent with an immortal presence.” “Which one?” Kade asks. “Based on the communication patterns, the one handling military operations. He’s been coordinating all three attacks from this location.”

The fucking bitch got away. She was shot in the mayhem of it all and is now being carted off to some unknown place. Irk and who ever the fuck he’s with are outside of their network of allies, in a country that isn’t there’s with the injured daughter of the Italian Mafia. This is what wars are about. “The heir of Alessiano De Leone was taken in an ambushed attack when we landed in Verona” I stand before a room full of our men who work here in Italy.

Ella just rummaged through her deep-cut pockets and was relieved to find them safe. “What are these, Ella?” Mrs. Rolex got curious. “Alpha Gabriel had brought these things from St. Mont, who lives on the Mont Hills in the eastern part of the island. These will help me to protect myself from the black magic that the witch would use against me. While returning from the hills, his leg got fractured.” “Ah! I see! So, you both have been preparing for your mission for a while, and I was ignorant of all this. I am ashamed of myself for having suspected your intentions to treat Lara.” Mrs. Rolex showed regret.

He asked unsurely. "Calabria" Jordan corrected with a smile "We are in Cittianova not so far from there" he pressed something in his system and showed it to Davidson "Here!" He points "The tracker shows they are in Palmi" he placed his index finger on his lips and rest on his rolling chair. "So what are you saying?" Davidson asked confused. Jordan's brows connected as he stared at Davidson's face in surprise. "We are in Cittianova" he began slowly "I traced the video to Calabria while the tracker from Alita's hair is in Palmi" his lips twisted as he noticed Davidson was not even paying attention to him "Sir?"

With a sudden, stomach-dropping plunge, the gunship roared off the ledge and dived into the southern clouds. The cross-peninsula sprint was a blur of turbulent grey. Vane kept the craft low, skimming mere meters above the crests of the Apennine mountains to evade dormant tracking stations. Below them, vast swathes of timber killed by the violet storm were being aggressively reclaimed by veins of green moss and oversized ferns wherever Maya’s Mediterranean water pulse had reached the local river systems. By the fourth hour of the flight, the coordinates in Calabria began to tighten. "The signal is matching the exact frequency of the Legacy Bank’s iron-gall ink," Thorne called out, adjusting t

My eyes fix on a place on the wall, but I’m not seeing its dull gray surface. My mind is spinning, reeling, thinking of all the ramifications of the past twelve hours. Cyrillius knows I’m a Nero. He knows Nymiah is a Nero. Did she and Zayne and Edan get away? Are they somewhere safe? What do they all think happened to me? And…Dad…

Luh and Jonah sat mesmerized, too stunned to speak. Just then the sound of approaching feet alerted them. They were here! The three lads picked up their cow horns. As they blew air into it, the sounds were transmitted to Mount Gabor where the warriors had gathered. Satisfied that they had done their duty when they heard responses from the hills which they knew came from the guards who were at Mount Gabor, they climbed down towards the dark doors of the caves and disappeared into the darkness with a weary heart.

“Giordano isn’t just a ghost anymore. He’s a threat with teeth and soldiers. And if we’re going to survive, we need to work together. No more lies. No more power plays.” Leonardo’s eyes narrowed. “And what’s your play, Alessia? You think just because you wear his ring and carry his name, you’re untouchable?” “No,” she said softly. “I think I’m the only one willing to do what neither of you can.” A silence settled between them. Tense. Calculated. Then a knock came at the chamber door. One of Elio’s men stepped in, panting. “We found the compound. Giordano’s staging ground. A villa north of Palermo. He’s consolidating troops—and files.”

THE TRADE ALESSIO POV “You want to trade yourself for Gianna?” Nikolai stares at me. “That’s suicide, and honestly silly” “No. I want Luca to “think” I’m trading myself.” I pull up a map on my phone. “Pier 19 is exposed. Open. No cover. He’ll have snipers. Men everywhere.” “So how do we” “We don’t go to Pier 19.” I zoom in. “We go here. Pier 17. Two buildings over. High ground. Perfect vantage point.”