Operation Strix Novels & Stories

At the next moment, the energy condensed around Brian's palms before ruthlessly striking Woody. Amid the piercing noises of explosion, the ground beneath Brian's feet cracked bit by bit. He had aimed his move at Woody earlier with overwhelming power. His vicious technique left everyone in awe! "So, that's Strikerine's signature move, Quintuple Lightning Strikes. It's amazing." "That brat will certainly die a miserable death!" The audience's eyes were glued to the stage as they held their breath, not wanting to miss any exciting details. Suddenly, a deafening explosion erupted as two figures collided with each other. Right after that, dust and smoke billowed up everywhere on the stage!

“Tell me.” He smiled, his hand sliding onto my thigh with a tenderness that made my pulse skip. “Alright,” he said, his tone deepening. “Here’s how it works.” I listened, heart thudding. “For someone to turn, the Strigoi’s venom has to be compatible with the human’s DNA. If it’s not, the venom kills them. No second chances. The process starts with a bite—just enough to inject the venom. Then the human has to drink the blood of the Strigoi whose venom is inside them. It’s... ceremonial. Controlled. There are Strigoi assigned to it, trained for it.”

Stripes noticed this and came running for me, dodging my teeth aimed at his ribs. “The ones with black skin are Protected” Eagle grumbled to him “go for the ones inside. Try and distract them into dropping their guard, then kill them.” “You could help” Stripes grunted back, sliding past Ringo; using my side to launch himself over her when she came charging back towards him “looks like you are setting me up to fail.”

Alex said,his voice hardened. “Now strip!” his tone commanding.

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."

Hadn't she come to work, because he had asked for her? What if she wanted to indulge in the pleasures of the concierges after being warmed up by those skilled strippers? Fuck, he was losing it. He held the stripper in his arm more tightly, and pushed her forward and backwards with more force than required, grinding hard into her body to unleash the frustration which was making him itchy. The audience screamed, impressed at his performance, unaware of the struggle behind the mask or the discipline he was gathering so as to control himself.

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.

Is a five-year marriage really that fragile? My voice attracted two jailers, including the ugly man who was guarding me. "Open the cell door and shut this woman up!" Kristen ordered to them. The jailer opened the cell door with the key. He slapped me hard at first, then he and the other jailer grabbed me by the shoulder and made me kneel on the ground. Kristen stepped into the cell. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, then took a document out of her bag and threw it in front of me. I looked down. Even though the cell was dark, I could see two distinct signatures on the document.