Rdr2 Oc Novels & Stories

"OCULAR SENSORS VULNERABLE. ADJUSTING COMBAT PROTOCOLS. SHARING TACTICAL DATA." Great. They were learning in real-time. Adapting. Sharing information between units like a hive mind. The door burst open with enough force to tear it off its hinges. Bree led the charge, followed by the twins, then Brady and Marcus bringing up the rear. Behind them, moving with casual inevitability, came Dracula himself. His eyes were blazing crimson, brighter than I'd ever seen them, and the air around him rippled with barely contained power. "About time," Axel muttered, blocking another strike.

Rex manged to say, holding unto his stomach. "One thing she despises is an attack on humans. Let the both of them go or you will be creating problems for your pack. You know nothing is hidden under the sun, we know your hideouts" "Fall back" Rex finally said after being intimidated with the indirect threat. Val was shoved out angrily out of the car whilst one of Raven's men helped him remove the celotape from his mouth also untying him quickly. They vanished immediately leaving the both of us to find our way back.

"I'm taking the high ground on the fire escape. Jinx, slice the security doors to the main complex." "I've got the perimeter," Leo grunted, his heavy machine gun spooling up. Ren grappled up to the rusted iron fire escape of the primary apartment building. He knelt on the grated metal floor, the rain pounding against his tactical cloak. "Doors sliced," Kara whispered over the comms, her voice hollow. "Activating Thermal-Optic Overdrive," Ren said. He tapped the side of his helmet. The digital world instantly shifted. The gray, rain-slicked concrete of the apartment walls faded into a translucent, wireframe blue. The Vanguard engine processed the thermal data from the real-world drones and ov

Two heavy, mounted fifty-caliber machine guns pointed down the eastern trail, unmanned for now as the crew boiled rations over small, smokeless stoves. I lay flat on the damp moss beside Ronan, my sidearm drawn, LUS projecting a brilliant golden HUD across my field of vision. [TACTICAL MATRIX: ACTIVE.] [HOSTILE TARGETS: 20/20 LOCATED.] [TARGET OVERWATCH: DUTCH / TERRA READY.] [DEMOLITION VECTOR: TRISTAN READY.] "Tristan," I whispered into my collar mic, my voice barely carrying over the rushing water below. "Execute." BOOM-CRACK!

But there was also the scent of the pack in there somewhere too which meant all the traitors were now with Bradley and knew what his game was. "And have you kill me? I think not," Bradley smirked as he turned his back on us and went to stand in front of the wolves who were now standing in the position from which they would attack. Luca and Jayson had both moved and were now standing either side of Blake and myself. Luca calming Maxwell and Jayson ready to attack anything which moved in our direction, even Blake looked like he was ready for war and I didn't blame him either.

I turned to the rebels. Rax stood at the front. The rebel leader looked like a map of the Dregs—scarred, rough, uneven. His assault rifle was leveled directly at my chest plate. The barrel didn't waver. "Control your animals, Highblood," Rax warned. His voice was tight, scraping against the silence. "Or we put them down." Adrenaline spiked, hot and sharp. My combat focus narrowed. I calculated the trajectory. Distance: fifteen feet. Armor integrity: 60%. I could cross the gap, break his arm, and use him as a shield before his finger cleared the trigger guard.

I see Ocean's eyes turn black when I say that Desert is a bit bruised so I quickly hurry on, "She said all she can see from the room she is locked in is an apple tree" Ocean and Acre look at each other and smile "Uncle Antony's house," they both say together. Oceans p.o.v. Me and Acre get into the water first, we quickly and quietly swim to the other side watching in case we are spotted but everything goes smoothly, as Acre waits behind a tree I silently creep up behind the rogue that's supposed to be on watch and without making a sound I snap his neck,

People were buying it, every single fake ass second of it. Kyrian shot to his feet beside me. “You bastard.” His voice cut clean through the noise and the room went quiet suddenly. Cameras swung toward him instantly and Roderigo looked almost pleased. “See what I mean?” he said lightly into the microphone. “Still quick to anger, still the same guy from the rumors.” Kyrian took a step forward and I grabbed his wrist immediately. Roderigo kept going. “I genuinely hope you get the help you need, man. For the sake of everyone around you.”

The siren wailed shortly as the car accelerated down the road, but then the sound was cut off in that same instant as if Officer Jones didn't want the attention it brought. Rademos succeeded in entering into his bedroom through the window unseen and unheard. He peeled off his bloodstained clothes, changed, and went downstairs to the living room. The living room floor where Andis had blood stained had been thoroughly cleaned. Lafreya was at the dining table arranging some glasses on a tray when she felt Rademos presence with her, and she turned around. "Rademos, I didn't hear you come in," Lafreya said, eyeing him suspiciously.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”