Perturabo Iron Warriors Novels & Stories

But his muscles are still rigid with anger. Regina, I'm sorry I didn't inform you of the raid. Now, train with the warriors. I want them to be at their best before. D-Day. I folded my hands and arched a brow at the man before me. My anger intensified at the manner he spoke to me, and a wave of disappointment washed over me at the thought that not only had I once tolerated this form of treatment with a smile on my face, but I had also been blind to the fact that he only sees me as a weapon only he could control.

Belikov's back went rigid when he noticed what I had my sights on, only piquing my interest more. I pulled back the red, tattered cloth that was covering it and couldn't hold back my astonished gasp even if I tried. If the signature scaled armor wasn't enough on its own the blazing phoenix emblem on the front of the ornate shield was a dead giveaway. "You're...you're a," I stuttered, unable to believe my own eyes as I reached down to touch the glistening shield. My fingers lightly grazed across the sleek metal, the cool contact freezing my scattering thoughts into place. "These belong to Varangian Guard."

Marco noticed. "Roarke," he called out during a simulation exercise. They were practicing protecting a VIP in a crowded space, with instructors playing the roles of potential threats. "What do you see?" Daveson scanned the mock crowd, his mind processing dozens of variables at once. "Three potential threats. Guy in the blue jacket, left side, hands in pockets, eyes tracking the principal's movement. Woman at two o'clock with the oversized purse, wrong season for that coat, could be concealing a weapon. And the server approaching from behind, wrong uniform, doesn't match the other staff."

She would always take the stance that she was a warrior first and would lead her people from the front lines. When the alarm sounded, Antony would go to Fort Knox and lead our warriors from his cameras. He would be our eyes from every post around the compound. The Demon faction would close all the shops and take up positions around the compound. The coven’s warriors had all been divided up and would all move to their own sectors and defend their posts. The gates would lock down and magically seal, only allowing selected people out, but no one was permitted entrance until the threat was defeated and the sirens were turned off. The warriors that roamed the outer perimeter would continue to kee

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

But she was immediately silenced by what she saw. It appeared that they had entered a sort of temple. On the altar just in front, there was a statue of a large, majestic tiger. Its body was made out of polished, white marble, while it had sapphires for its eyes. Jade was certain that it was the same tiger in the painting, or at least, a representation of it. “Is that…” Jade’s voice trailed off. Jin walked towards the statue and placed a hand on its hind leg. “Bai Hu. The Lord of Fuxi, protector of the West.”

But my ribs still screamed with every breath, every movement, every goddamn shift in position. And my arm was still trapped in this fucking cast. I stood at the window of Jameson's bedroom—our bedroom now, I supposed—watching the sun rise over the compound. Today was the day. The coordinated strike against the Russians and Isaac. And I was stuck here. Useless. "You're pacing again," Jameson said from behind me. I turned to find him already dressed in tactical gear, checking his weapons with practiced efficiency. He looked every inch the mafia boss preparing for war—dangerous, focused, lethal.

I think it’s the killer’s next target: Prince Abdullahi Salim. Miriam snatched the paper from Donovan and widened her eyes to read the red handwriting which read: Next Game: Prince of Dubai; Saturday 4th of April. In a reflex, Miriam shot a stern look at one of the cops and ordered him to get Carlos and his management team under their custody for interrogations about the gaffer's whereabouts.

My thoughts were a chaotic blur of dark legal courtrooms, public humiliation, and the absolute destruction of everything I had fought to build. The Detroit Iron were a massive, brutally physical team. They didn't care about beautiful sports synchronization; they used their heavy weight to crush their opponents into the boards. They smelled the weakness on our line, and they were hunting us like wolves. "Stay focused, Lucian," a deep, gravelly voice growled right behind my ear.

All we can do is hope Raven is ok and wait for her to arrive. I start out having the warriors do their warm ups which take about 30 minutes. The whole time they are warming up I can't think about anything other than where Raven is. About halfway through warm up she arrives with the Omega, Penelope, I think her name was. I wonder why she's here, I know they don't allow she-wolves or Omegas train and yet Raven and Penelope are here. It almost makes me laugh that they seem to be the only ones going against Alpha orders.