Operation Strix Novels & Stories

I watched the red light crawl toward the gates, my stone fingers curling into a flawless, unyielding fist. "Admin," I commanded, the gold runes on my chest pulsing with the rhythmic thrum of a fortress. "Engage the Geothermic Ley-Strike on the primary column. I’m done waiting for them to starve."

Reason for Trist to strike his desk to Clement's surprise. "Who's going to follow this, Clement?!" Trist shouted. Clement's eyes widened. "Even if you just respect our friends, they sacrificed their lives to finish this game," Trist stressed. "I can't accept what you want, Clement!" Pointed it with the index finger. "They started so we should just finish it." "Trist," Clement's narrowed eyes stared at Trist. "It really doesn't seem like you are." Clement said, shaking his head in disappointed.

It was after 10 mins when I realised that I need to start a conversation. I turned my face towards the kid and said,"hey sweetie , what's your name?" She smiled and said," Hey, I am Sara and you?" I replied,"I am Claire , so what are you gonna sing?" She replied,"teardrops on my guitar by Taylor swift". She was gonna say something more when a lady with long brown hair who looked like she was in her 30s came and scolded the child and said,"I told you not to speak with strangers. she is a stranger , do you seriously want to mess up your competition?"

"You should have stayed in your place instead of siding with that bitch. I’m pretty sure the scraps you get from the Prime Minister are enough to keep you in check." My entire body burned with rage. This fucking bastard. If I couldn’t beat him with strength—I’d beat him with something else. I let my body go limp, letting my eyes close. Just for a second. Maxwell adjusted his grip, shifting to get a better hold on me— And in that moment, I struck. I lunged forward and sank my teeth deep into his forearm. A sharp, metallic taste exploded on my tongue. Blood. Maxwell let out a low, guttural grunt, his entire body tensing from the pain.

"You smell good, Kylie..." "W-Who are you?" I asked him nervously. I could feel my voice trembling, a foreboding coming over me. The man's voice came from the depths of hell. He put his mouth to my ear. "My name... is Alexander Lecrec—I am your husband's enemy..." My jaw dropped. If I remember correctly, the Lecrec family was also involved in the merger of gas companies. Not only was he a rival to Adams, but the feud between Lecrec and Adams goes all the way back to their great-grandfather.

The stench of rotting fish filled the entire reception area. The boss stormed into his office, instinctively reaching for the warm water on his desk—only to grab empty air. "Where's my water?!" Flustered, Vanessa rushed in with a bottle of cold mineral water. The bottle was hurled straight back out, rolling to her feet. "Are you trying to freeze me to death?! I want warm water!" The boss's roar shook the glass walls. As I read each message Lisa sent, sitting on my balcony with a cup of hot coffee in hand, I felt nothing at all.

I nodded while smiling and waving at everyone I recognized. "Yes, I am. It's Dante's night!" I said into the microphone. "Of course, of course. We all know there is no one here who supports Dante Solano more than you do. How sure are you that he will win this season? I mean, we all know the Solano brothers are the best strikers there are. Voss Solano was also nominated this season. He played well this year as well," she said. My stomach dipped, but I still held my smile.

Estry sneered, disregarding Selena’s plea. “Estry, please. Spare my friends,” Selena implored, her words falling on deaf ears. Estry’s laughter echoed through the air. “Friends? They are the cause of your weakness. If you rid yourself of them, you will possess the strength of any wolf in this world,” Estry taunted, causing Trisha’s heart to race with anxiety. Estry then made an eerie noise, scraping her claws against the ground. “Estry!” Selena cried out again. “If you hurt my friends, I’ll find you and make sure you pay.”

"What about him?" "We leave the door open. Let him know he can come back anytime. That choosing wrong once doesn't mean choosing wrong forever. That we'll help him find humanity when he's ready." Chaewon's voice was firm. "That's all we can do. Offer. Accept. Support. Not force. Never force." NEXT DAY – COORDINATED STRIKE Four facilities. Four teams. One coordinated operation. The strikes went perfectly. Like Serpent operation but larger. More complex. More moving parts. But precise. Professional. Overwhelming.

she backtracked quickly, stammering. “I know.” Lola let out a soft sigh as her gaze drifted to the glowing neon lights of the strip club sign ahead. They reflected her green eyes like tiny fireworks. “But here’s the thing, if I’m not shameless, someone else will try to tear me down. And I’m not about to give them that power.”