Raided The God's Warehouse Novels & Stories

He hurriedly asked, “What’s wrong, Tyr?” “I think I’ve picked up on something.” Tyr patted his forehead vigorously. He chided, “M*therf*cker! I’m desperate to learn the location of the treasure of the God Tomb. You know what? The wrist guard has acknowledged me as its master. The God’s Skeleton formed an induction with me when I placed it inside the wrist guard.” Tyr turned around at this point and exclaimed, “There’s a snow canyon over there! The ancient God’s treasure, which he left behind after his death, is in that snow canyon!”

God has nothing to do with her being safe because if it was up to him, she would have been long dead, she thought but didn't dare voice her opinion. Now wasn't a time to get into an argument where they went back and forth in their belief in a supernatural being who was in charge of human affairs and life as a whole. "Our newly shipped goods worth 25 million US dollars that were just recently imported, were burnt down to the ground alongside the warehouse." Kehinde buried his face with his hands showing how turbulent the news was to them and how much loss they have incurred. She felt like a bucket of ice was poured on her or better still she was kicked at her guts. She knew the only person wh

Four to gain his trust a bit. “Yes Boss,” I said, walking to his side. “Is there a problem?” “No, take a walk with me.” I folded my hands behind my back, strolling beside him. “How did last night go?” We carried out a raid last night on one of the biggest warehouses in town. Coke, hemp and more importantly, money was stolen from them. “I think it went splendid boss.” He grinned. “Don't be fucking conservative,” he laughed. “I heard you were amazing last night. You were the one to kill Lorenzo.”

Maya swiftly entered the warehouse, accompanied by AI Ada and Erebus, the powerful fallen AI. "Alright, Erebus, we need you to hack into the organization's system and disable their security measures," Maya instructed. Erebus sprang into action, its advanced algorithms working rapidly to breach the system's defenses. Within seconds, the warehouse's electrical power flickered and died, plunging the space into darkness. "The doors are open, and the security cameras are down," Ada announced, her digital voice crisp and efficient.

Tonight, her face was calm, serious, and ready. Her father, Alejandro Lucas De Rossi, came out of the car behind her. He carried no umbrella even though the rain fell hard. His men were already in position, guns drawn, scanning every corner of the abandoned warehouse in front of them. Inside were the people who had stolen from the family and sold information to rivals. This raid was a warning, and Alejandro planned to make sure no one ever forgot it.

"And they're preparing the 'Final Delete.' They're going to burn the warehouse from the sky to hide the evidence of what they did." Suddenly, a bright red dot appeared on my chest. Then one on Bryan. Then one on Elle. "They've locked on," Silas yelled. "Get down!" A beam of pure white light shot from the floating city, hitting the warehouse roof. The entire building began to collapse in a roar of fire and steel. I felt someone grab my arm and pull me into a dark tunnel beneath the floor just as the world exploded into white. "Welcome to the Resistance," Silas hissed in the dark. "Now, let's go kill a God."

I leaned against a stack of wooden pallets, my hand trembling slightly as I rubbed my face. I felt internally exhausted, like fucking bone deep tired, yet my exhaustion was nothing compared to the terror clawing deep in my gut. How the hell was I going to tell Serge?The warehouse had been hit an hour ago. An anonymous gang somehow managed to break past the perimeter, clean, quick, and brutal. And they only didn't come for a small robbery of drugs and guns. They also bypassed out tech inventory and went straight for the hidden basement vaults, cleaned out almost seven million dollars worth shipment of pure narcotics.

“Save your terrible pickup lines for after we survive.” Madeline walks beside me, backpack snug, eyes alert. For someone new to the whole 'rogue raid' lifestyle, she looks… ready. Good. She’ll need to be. We hit the storehouse just before dawn. It’s tucked into a side structure of the pack’s main compound—unguarded. That’s the first red flag. “Fang, Goyle—breach the door,” I say. They do it in seconds, barely a creak. We move in like shadows. And jackpot—supplies stacked like they’d been waiting for us. Weapons, rations, medicine—hell, even warm blankets.

Afterward, right in front of me, Evan Olson issued a series of cold, sarcastic threats to the other men. Kevin Keane and his men looked both awkward and embarrassed, while I watched them with amusement. 'Their dynamic is actually pretty interesting,' I thought. The apocalypse was only ten days away. Afraid the meteor shower might come early, I booked flights to the various warehouses as soon as we returned to the villa. Evan Olson and I then set off for our destinations without a moment’s delay. Over the next few days, we completely cleared out the men’s ten secret warehouses. One of them was an underground storage facility that could rival a mob armory.

Aria Wandering off, I skipped inside the warehouse, trying not to grab anyone’s attention. Everyone was occupied with work, I was near invisible, and they didn’t even notice me. Maybe Christian should rethink his security. The first thought that occurred to me was to steal something from his office, so I walked to the halls, which were also unprotected. Either Christian didn’t keep valuable stuff around, or he trusted his men enough to believe they wouldn’t do anything they weren’t supposed to.