Operation Strix Novels & Stories

Andrea looked tense, while Emmanuel Briggs, her lawyer, reviewed documents with grave focus. Sarah broke the silence. “I was attacked last night.” She said, leaning into her seat, tapping her pen on the large mahogany table. Shock rippled through the room. “They tried to kill me,” she continued calmly. “I believe Tiana Striker ordered it. No one in my list would have the nerve to pull that kind of strike.” Gasps followed as they exchanged shocking glances. Sarah’s eyes were cold. “But this ends now.” She straightened. “We dismantle them from within. We approach Striker Holdings’ weakest investors under the guise of expansion and cooperation, planting the first seeds of corporate destabilizat

Striker growls. She has everyone thinking we’re together, but that is far from the truth. We are more like friends with benefits. I feel nothing for her. Striker doesn’t mind our d*ck getting wet, but unfortunately, he’s beginning to dislike her scent and voice. The only way he allows her to be with us is if we picture Natalie underneath us. “Get off me, Camila!!!” I commanded, baring my teeth. I felt her flinch and quickly get off.

"Tirso... r-right there... ahhh! Oh god!" He gripped my thighs, spreading them wide across the table surface. He began to pound into me with a relentless thrust, his sweat dripping onto my chest, mixing with mine. The sound of our bodies clashing echoed as he continued to slam into me violently. He leaned down, his lips crushing mine in a kiss that tasted of desperation and victory. "I'm going to make you forget your name, Irene," he whispered against my mouth before delivering a series of fast, shallow thrusts that sent me over the edge.

Although I didn't straight out accuse him of anything, it was enough to make Zephyr retract his hand like he'd been burned, while Samantha's face turned as pale as a sheet. "W-What are you saying?!" Skittering to hide behind Verona, I was the very image of a damsel in distress. "You wanted me to join you in a threesome, that's what! You're disgusting!" My words seemed to send ripples over the entire case, the other models stepping back in disgust and fear, as if being in the very presence of those two pieces of trash made them dirty. Zephyr tried to get back at me for what I said, but I had already fled together with Verona.

It was not much of a surprise for simple-minded people to think of Strider as a monster. Mya whispered, "They're not as open-minded since they’re not highly educated." "Why is Strider called a monster, Mr. Flint?" Adrian asked again. Flint sighed as he lit another cigarette. After taking a puff, he said, "Strider’s grandfather found him among a pack of wolves, who then became very sick after. The man’s son and daughter-in-law too died in the mountains later on. “Strider can jump up to a hundred meters and destroy boulders with a single punch. We're all afraid of him, and it is said that he’s the offspring of the wolf queen intended to bring harm to our village."

Silas had given them the authority to strike decisively, and Nixon's team, armed with knowledge and cunning, infiltrated vampire hideouts like phantoms in the night. The first strike unfolded in silence, a ballet of precision as the squads breached the perimeters. Silas's fighters engaged with the vampires, their moves a choreography of supernatural prowess, claws, and fangs meeting with lethal precision. Nixon's team, adept at exploiting the supernatural vulnerabilities of their enemies, incapacitated the bloodsuckers with swift and surgical efficiency.

Steve kicked the knife into the darkness and turned to face the other man. This guy was burly and Steve quickly estimated him to weigh around two-fifty. The man took a swing at Steve's chin. Once again, Steve blocked the blow with his left arm. He then held his hand flat with fingers extended and drove it into the second attacker's throat. The man went down like a rock. He gripped his throat as he lay on the ground making gurgling noises.

A faint chuckle escaped the stranger. "I expected that answer." Finally... His gaze rested on Beauty. For a heartbeat, something unreadable flickered across his face. Curiosity. Respect. Perhaps even pity. "So..." "The last Ashbourne." Beauty held his stare. "Who are you?" The man bowed with exaggerated elegance. "My name is Victor." "I represent the Eclipse Order." The temperature in the chamber seemed to drop. Beauty remembered Aldric's warning. They want your blood. Victor smiled as though reading her thoughts.

I whispered at last, the words so soft they barely felt real as they left my lips. He tilted his head slightly, studying me, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and something darker, as if he were weighing the truth of my confession. His voice dropped, low and unfiltered, more honest than gentle. “But you work at the club as a stripper, right? You don’t have a boyfriend. Or were you trying to keep yourself?”

A human, walking on the same sidewalk as ghouls and vampires, not an ounce of fear in him just to make sure I was safe from all those things that go bump in the night. He talked to Bruno about his kids, helped Ros set up his equipment in the booth, and the more kindness he showed—to everyone or everything—the more I— "Shit," I mumbled. "Fucking shit" Don't fall for clients—the number one rule of Nines and most strip joints across the globe. It never ended well for the strippers, and I'd broken it without even trying. "Veronica…"