Raided The God's Warehouse Novels & Stories

Tristan Mercer is the commander—otherwise known as the Alpha—of Drovenia's premier special forces unit, codenamed the Fenrir unit. After retiring from the army, he goes undercover into civilian life to repay the debt he owes Claire Grayson for saving his life. He hides his past and marries into the Grayson family as a live-in son-in-law, becoming Claire's househusband. For five long years, even though Claire is sharp-tongued and cruel, Tristan swallows his pride and cooks and cleans without complaint. He tells himself he's doing this to repay Claire. Then their daughter, Ruby Grayson, suffers a sudden heart attack. While the doctors try and fail to save her, Claire is off taking care of h

Aiden, one of our most trusted pack members walked in, his expression grave and urgent. "Alpha Adriel, Luna Rose, Elders, and everyone present," he panted, clearly agitated. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but we have a serious situation." My heart raced as I leaned forward. "What's happened?" Aiden's eyes were filled with concern. "Our businesses are being attacked. The warehouses, the distribution centers, several of them have been hit, and it looks like a coordinated effort. Our security teams are on high alert, but we're facing significant losses. I don't understand what's going on."

To my surprise, Gale just laughs. “You don’t think I came unprepared for this, do you?” he sneers. Then to Jason, he says, “You gave yourself away, Javor. I never told your guido buddy over there that Sarah’s code name was Sick. Now!” Suddenly, all of the debris scattered throughout the warehouse rises off the floor and begins whirling around the warehouse in a frenetic maelstrom. “What the fuck is this shit?” I scream, ducking out of the way of an old, rusted filing cabinet that just barely missed making a significant dent in my skull.

I said then I hung up before he could say more. “Fuckkkkkkkk” I just went silent just heavy breathing . The remote was on the nightstand. I clicked the power button, and the room filled with noise. The morning news channel flickered to life, bright and cheerful until the headline appeared: POLICE RAID UNDERGROUND SUPPLY NETWORK — THREE LOCATIONS RAIDED OVERNIGHT. A reporter stood in front of one of my warehouses , my fucking warehouse now wrapped in yellow tape. Trucks everywhere. Officers hauling out crates stamped with the logo of a front company I’d built to look harmless.

She enquires from Alessio and he looks at me with a questioning gaze. "Well, are they helpful?" I hopefully ask and she looks back at me. I will do anything to stop staying in the dark, even if it means seeing a shrink. "Yeah, it will depend on you though. I will go make that call" Alessio's mum says and excuses herself from the room. "Boss, our main warehouse was raided and everything is gone'' An angry Luca bursts through the door catching our attention. "Come again?" Alessio slowly turns to him and I don't have to look at his face to tell he is extremely angry.

He drove us to the warehouse. The night was quiet, and all I could see were lights. I hoped my warehouse was in one shape. When we got there, everything was a mess. I saw bodies upon bodies of my strong and able men. Some I found recognize, their blood was on the floor and even drawn into words, saying 'Get ready.’ I hated how much their blood filled the ground; it smelled so awful. And my goods? Everything was gone. They had trashed the place and left it empty.

“454 East Junction, Jefferson Road. At the Cayhill Warehouse. That’s the largest operation. You need to do it now, or you miss your only chance.” “How many men can we expect?” “Fifteen or twenty heavily armed. The cheese trucks have guns inside and Fentanyl.” “If you are lying to me—” “I’ll stay here until you get them.” “Good.” “How’s she?” “Don’t ever ask.” *** I walked into the trap. Who in the right mind did that? No one. Only me. While they were raiding the warehouse, I was here walking into the lion’s den. I entered his office when his guard opened the door for me.

"The myths... they said the First Weaver didn't use cables. You just... speak to the machine." "What's your name?" Scarlett asked, her voice gentle but demanding efficiency. "Nova," the girl breathed. She didn't hesitate. She shoved the glowing crystal hard-drive across the table into Scarlett’s hands. "You have to take it. The Jade-Chrome Sect... they didn't just digitize the Dao. They stole it. The Grand Upload... it's a lie. They aren't granting immortality; they are harvesting human consciousness to feed the central server. The Synthetic Gods... they are eating us."

my Father insisted. All eye again turned to me. I sighed. "We didn't touch your pawn shop." I began. The Lost Boys all looked at each other. "Bullshit!" Shooter spat out. I shook my head. "It's true, we had a business hit too. The Saints had a warehouse hit as well. Both had the sign of a Raven outside." I replied. "A raven?" Ace looked to Viper and back at me. "What about our warehouse?" Shooter demanded again. "Oh, that was us. My brother and sister actually." Jaden chuckled.

Chapter 63 The warehouse shook again. Dust and broken concrete rained from the ceiling while alarms screamed violently through the building. For one terrifying second, nobody moved. Not Damon. Not Luca. Not Cassian. Not even Hale. Then another explosion tore through the western side of the facility. Metal screamed. Support beams groaned. And suddenly the entire warehouse descended into chaos again. “We need to move,” Seraphine snapped. Government tactical forces were breaching the compound. Fast. Precise.