Obi Vs Grievous Novels & Stories

Because that man was a Predator as well! Mane could feel the breath of a Predator oozing out of the body of the man. Although the man did his best to control his strength, making it difficult for others to tell, the Scout ability allowed Mane to see what others couldn’t. And he knew for sure that the man who had just come in was a Predator. “Orange Ivy. Black Hand. Allow me to introduce you to Sir Ivor. Sir Ivor has brought us a replacement for Orange Monk.” Vital Orange quickly got the other two up to speed. Orange Ivy was the woman, and Black Hand was the man.

Without thinking twice, I rear back my hand and slap Osiris across the face before the darkness begins to consume me for the second time today. Osiris frees my other hand, and my glove falls to the ground. Dropping to my knees, I scramble to place the glove back on my hand before I black out completely. "What was that for?" Osiris mutters as he rubs his cheek gingerly. "Who are you?" I manage to say, but my speech is beginning to get slurred. "I am Osiris Vaughn, Alpha of the Rogues," he says proudly as he continues to stroke his cheek.

Hailey stood up and he stretched his palm towards her. "Hold me so you won't fall," he said. Hailey laughed softly before placing her hand on his. They both left the living room. **** DEL ROSA'S MANSION*** Alberto sat in his study room, working on his laptop. He frowned deeply when he saw Charles had gotten almost all the businessmen to invest in his company. Charles has been his greatest rival in the business world. Yes, he's also rich and he's got some influential men around him, but he feels like Charles is a great obstacle to him. More reason why he's meeting him tomorrow.

The sound echoed, demanding the attention of all those present, causing their eyes to snap up towards her, startled by the unexpected display of fury. Grace's voice, laced with anger and disappointment, pierced through the room as she confronted Giovanni head-on. Her eyes burned with a fiery intensity as she confronted him, her words laden with accusation and a sense of familial duty. "Is this how you want to bring disgrace upon our family, Giovanni Gomez?" Grace questioned him, her tone seething with anger and hurt. Giovanni, unfazed by her fury, responded with a chuckle, his demeanor betraying a sense of detachment and defiance.

“You okay?” Isabella nodded slow. “Better than I deserve. Thank you. All of you.” Sofia looked at me. Then at Isabella. “We need to know who we’re dealing with. Really dealing with. The boss. The one who sent those men. Who wanted you dead. Who might still want us dead.” Isabella swallowed. Looked down at Kamsi. Stroked his back while she spoke. “His name is Victor Okoye. Everyone calls him Vic the Blade. Not because he likes knives. Because he cuts people out of his life like they never existed. No loose ends. No mercy.”

One of the vampires roared. "I am your new crowed Primus and you'll listen to me." Ivory roared. "I doubt that." A Masculine voice said and they turned back. "Sabasto." They chorused. "Here comes the Original Vampires." The Man said marching out of the darkness. "You weren't captured?" Obama asked angrily but Ivory held him back. "You're such a bitch, You are traitors and you know how vampires are punished, death." Sabasto said. "You're no position Sabasto, She's the new Primus and you're just an apprentice." Notora said.

There was a pin-drop silence. The subordinates who waved their arms and shouted about killing Cirocco were all looking with their eyes widened in shock. They could not believe what they just saw. Was Cirocco even human? That was too terrifying! He sent Grayson flying with just a single punch! Grayson was a top fighter of God of War caliber. He was the strongest in the Whistleblowers, yet the man across from him sent him flying so easily. Not only was Grayson's arm shattered, but the stone statue was shattered as well.

(ZILO GRAVES’ POINT OF VIEW) "You’re standing there like you’ve survived a landslide, Sofia, but do you even know what you’ve lost in the wreckage?" Zilo Graves asked, his voice cracking as he stepped over a pile of smoldering obsidian. He didn't look like the high-ranking Triad Sovereign who had once commanded the Abribi District with a flick of his wrist. His armor was shattered, and his eyes were wild with a frantic, desperate hunger for the connection that had sustained him for decades.

Joan’s POV “And who the hell are you to interfere? Do you know who my father is?!” Isobel shrieked. But her bravado was empty. Behind her, Priya and the rest of her minions were already shrinking back. Even Isobel’s massive bodyguards looked paralyzed, completely terrified by the man who had just stepped into the light. The stranger looked at Isobel with unadulterated disgust. He cut his gaze to her guards, his expression so lethal that none of them dared to breathe, let alone make a move.

Before Ostin could struggle, Griat slammed his massive, iron-clad hand onto Ostin's shoulder, pinning him into the earth like a broken nail. "Griat, cut his throat so I don't have to hear his lies," Rosalie commanded, her voice completely devoid of emotion. The entire training ground gasped in collective horror. Griat didn't hesitate for a single second. He drew his massive broadsword from its sheath with a terrifying, metallic ring, lifting the blade high above his head, ready to sever Ostin’s neck right there in the dirt. Looking up at the descending steel, the last shred of Ostin’s bravado was completely shattered. The reality of his impending death crashed over him, and the terrifying re