Rainbow Six Novels & Stories

Looking around, she saw three goons standing guard at different angles in the hexagon shaped room. “New game! Entry f*e is two hundred dollars.” The commentator announced. Kimberly counted the equivalent amount worth of chips, and dropped it on the board, along side five other players. The rule of the game was simple. Each player was expected to roll two dice, while the player with the least outcome was eliminated from each round. The first player rolled a seven, followed by the second who rolled a four. Kimberly rolled next and got a nine, which meant she qualified for the next round.

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

He enquires. “The-the red-eyed wolves…their eyes are changing colour, Alpha!” All colour leaves Azraiel’s face when he hears that! He quickly turns around and a gasp leaves his mouth. The tents made for Nicholas and the red-eyed wolves are glowing in different colours every second. The changing colours make it look like someone has installed disco lights all through the forest. Azraiel scans the area to find Nicholas but can’t. “Where’s Nicholas?” He asks Matt. “He went inside the tent when he started feeling hot!”

The elite elven infantry, draped in gleaming crystalline breastplates, moved with terrifying synchronization, their long spears forming an impenetrable wall of tips that kept the wolves from gaining a true foothold. "They're flanking us on the left ridge!" Brynn shouted, ducking beneath a sweeping halberd, her chest heaving as sweat and rain matted her fur. She wiped a line of dark blood from her eye, looking up at the high battlements. "Riheirk, the ballistas are cycling again! If Tala can't pin those archers down, we're going to get torn to pieces!"

Unfortunately, I didn't bail like I wanted to, I stayed for ninety minutes and watched boys pass a ball around and occasionally put it in a net while people cheered and yelled. And throughput the game, nothing triggered my gag reflex more than watching number eight playing well and being all friendly with number six. My personal brand of hell.

I can finally let go of my guilt and past. Lilith smiled knowingly. "A blood bond is special because it bonds you more than a normal connection that you share with your mate. But be careful, Hunt. There's trouble on the rise and I want you to be focused too. The pack needs reassurance now more than ever. I didn't get a vision this time, but something is coming and I'm not sure what it is but is not good. It's as of we're on the precipice of war."

Beneath streets that once blazed with neon, only flickers of flame remained now coming from the crimson hotspots where those infected by Genesis had become half‑human, half‑blood beings, lurking in the dark. The Crimson Pact, an alliance of rebel vampires and outcast humans, had become the only force daring enough to enter. At its head: Evelyn Cross and Lucien Draven. --- Headlights sliced through the dust, catching on Evelyn’s blood‑streaked face. She wore a scorched, torn black leather jacket; at her hip hung twin plasma pistols and a silvered holy knife now stained dark with her own blood. “Third hotspot. Forty‑two infected, twelve lost control,” Kael’s voice crackled over the radio. “Eve

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

“It’s cranberry.” “How do you know it’s my favourite?” “Well…” He turned around to place his books on the centre table but in the process, he accidentally knocked the cup out of my hand. I let out a gasp when the cold liquid hit my skin and instantly got to my feet so it wouldn't end up on the couch while Noah dropped the remaining books in his hand. “Shit! Sorry, Sorry,” he said in a rush as he moved his hand to my chest to help me get rid of the liquid that was quickly soaking through my chest and I took in a quick, sharp breath before he froze.

Gabby explains. “You know the girl that walked in during our meeting at the agency.” She adds. Shit, I remember now. The girl that walked in soaked from the rain. Her blue bra on display through her transparent shirt thanks to the rain. She looked different that day. More natural. This video shoot just became a hell of a lot more interesting.