Rambo First Blood Parents Guide Novels & Stories

he asks suddenly, after knocking back another shot. “A gun?” “I gotta get you one.” “I don’t need it. I hate guns.” “You don’t have to like them. You just have to know how to use them. We’ll begin lessons tomorrow.” “Woah, slow down, Rambo. You’re really taking all this too far.” “Taking your protection too far?” I exhale, trying to think straight. Before Knox, I used to think my dad was the most paranoid person I’d ever met. Now? Knox is giving him a run for his money.

Clad in high heels, she stumbled and slammed into the blackboard. "How dare you push me!" she shrieked. "Security! Where are the guards?" I took off my coat and wrapped it tightly around the shaking Ava. Seeing the bloody scratches on her legs hurt me so much that it felt like my heart was bleeding and dripping with blood. "The skirt's ruined, Mommy… Am I a bad girl?" she whimpered in a hoarse voice as she curled into my arms. "No. You're the best, Ava. They're the evil ones, and I'm going to make them pay."

Lagan shouted urgently as he felt motionless while Alfine and Caser fought fiercely. They are worth closing the gap with me... I raised my head, unconsciously looking in the direction where they were fighting; the blood-red color stimulated me intensely. “Blood…” I mumbled. Then each image from the past replayed in my mind in slow-motion The first time I saw so much blood was when I saw my parents' bodies being packed by Alpha Nathan; they were lying on the ground, blood gushing from all over their bodies, their entire faces—Crushed and deformed. The second time was Ryan's when he was trying to protect me from the clutches of the enemy, and then his body fell beside mine, but his gaze didn't

The more she researched, the more she was getting the feeling this was going to be a bit more than she planned on. 5th Vision: This one was different. Amber saw Henry’s family, and his mom and dad were turned about the same time they disappeared. They looked like they had been trying to protect the kids and were caught up in the war path of Mara and her Clan. She saw Henry painting on the side of the building of his mural, and she saw the parents looking for him and yelling at him for not being in school. “Look Henry, this is not where you should be. I have told you to let this place go and go to school.” His dad was grabbing his son and scolding him.

I see the way the energy isn’t flowing evenly anymore. And I see the center. That concentrated signature. Not Arachne’s magic. Not stable. It spikes again. Wild. Then it slams down. I feel something close to excitement curl in my stomach. Not joy. Not happiness. Something sharper. “She doesn’t have control over it,” I murmur. “Over the child?” Carter asks. “Over what the child is becoming.” Abomination. The signature flickers like a bad lightbulb. Erratic. Emotional. I imagine the girl inside that house. Helena’s daughter. Unaware. Untrained. A loaded weapon with no safety on.

The weight of what we’d just learned sat heavy in the car like smoke. Vittorio. My father’s brother. My uncle. The man who taught me how to shoot when I was twelve. The man who stood beside my father at every family meeting, every funeral, every deal. The man who’d looked me in the eye at our wedding and called the marriage “a disgrace that would weaken us.” I gripped the wheel tighter until my knuckles ached. Alessio’s hand settled over mine on the gear shift—warm, steady. “You’re shaking,” he said quietly.

“That day, Roamur and Renné approached the center of the field along with Mavi and Ruby, my parents, moving away from their armies to talk. No one could hear what was said from that distance, but I saw when Renné stepped closer to my father. They seemed to be speaking peacefully… until Roamur lunged at her, ripped open her belly, and crushed her skull.” I looked around as if the memories were being projected onto the trees around me. “Then, with his fur drenched in his mate’s blood, he howled to the sky, giving the signal. The armies charged, and the bloodbath began. None of mine survived, no one but me.”

“You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.” “Moonblood?” She nods. “Yes. The first of their kind was born under a red moon. It altered their chemistry, from what I read. Their powers are similar to the moon goddess.” My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach, chest tightening. “What happened to them?” “They were wiped out.” She flips the page. “These clan of wolves didn’t live among regular wolves because they were hated, envied for their strength. We heard that regular wolves tipped off human hunters, and every single one was killed.”

Five rogues rush towards my parents who shift to fight them. “Stop!” I yell. “Don’t fight them! Just run!” I cry as my parents don’t respond. I can’t even move to fight with them. I am helpless. My mother is killed before my eyes once more. I watch, sobbing, as my dad kills the last of the rogues only to die shortly after.

He was among them— the new generation of the Mamba's that knew nothing about that pact. Ronnie was twenty six, and the pact happened two years before he was born, and I was only four then, but I could never forget how people died. Day and night, I feared that my parents wouldn't make it home. Even my mother had to fight, because she believed she was strong, and my father let her. They eventually lost their life together although not to the war between us and the Dark Mambas. This is one of the reasons I do not allow my women to do anything related to the Mafia, but they would never understand. Molly wanted to know much but I doubt she would be able to handle it.