Operation Strix Novels & Stories

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.

It’s the beating of wings, about to be paired with high pitched shrieks from what looks to be a dozen-- no, two dozen, or-- It’s a fucking endless wave of cat-sized, blood-thirsty Striga bursting through that doorway and barreling straight toward us. And I am out of bullets.

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?”

“Could you by chance know the reason for this annual meeting?” Red shook her head. “I don’t really know much. Whenever they’re there for the meeting, they make all the strippers and bottle girls wear these customized headphones they bring along themselves. As a stripper, you strip to whatever song you can hear through the headphones. As a bottle girl, you have loud music playing. Whenever they want a bottle, your music stops, you get the orders, and then your music automatically comes back on. I don’t know why they do it, but there’s no way you can hear or see anything even if you’re right in front of them stripping. They’re so organized and don’t make too much noise.”

The bright lights of the company's halls stretched on endlessly as I made my way through. This morning was a bummer. Mom and I had a really terrible argument that made me utterly upset. Life has been really tough these day, I know. But stripping, really? Mom suggested that, saying it pays better than my old office job. Although her excuse was it was only for dancing and entertainment, and nothing more, I still didn’t like that idea. No way, right? I'm all about keeping my dignity, even if it means living on instant noodles.

, he threatened, and that silenced her. I wired the amount to him, and left the club with the lady without even bidding Stefano goodnight. My blood wouldn't calm down until I explored this one. ***** Francesca's POV. “Fucckk” I moaned as he burst through the door into his living room, still fighting for domination over my whole body. I couldn't believe I was this stranger's house, willingly about to fuck him. I’ve done this stripper job before, but I'd never followed anyone home. Everything ended in the club.

"Only yours!" I increase the force of my thrusts, feeling her muscles struggle to accommodate me, as she's much tighter here. I feel that Strïth is trying to take over, my instincts are telling me to let him come, but I fight it, to calm things down between Strïth and me, I let his aura leak out slightly.

"We enter through the northeast service corridor. Low guard presence. Direct access to the target's location. Extraction time: estimated 90 seconds from entry to securing the target and initiating transport." "What about the Alpha Kings themselves?" one of the operatives asked. "They'll be vulnerable," Victor said. "Full expression of the Strain means her blood is now lethal to supernaturals at trace exposure levels. Even casual contact with her presents danger to them. They'll be cautious. They'll be careful. And that caution will slow their response." He pulled up a chemical compound.