Rush X Ambush Novels & Stories

I gulp, clutching onto Xander's hand tightly while walking further into the town square of our Pack. Everyone is out of their house, screaming, crying and howling.Each one of their eyes, same shade of black. “Careful” Xander says, pulling me aside and a car flashes past us, crashing straight into one of the house's front yard. More vehicles crash into each other, some into houses and shops.. My palm lands on my mouth at the sight of a vehicle driving over some of the people.I rush up to the crashed vehicle, pulling out a man from underneath but he only murmurs incoherent words.

Lenny grabbed the dash and swore once, an old church word turned battlefield. The convoy accordion-ed. The van behind them braked and tapped the rear bumper with a kiss that was almost polite. The third SUV took the shoulder, fishtailed, recovered, threw gravel like shrapnel. “Ambush!” the lead driver shouted into a microphone that wasn’t going to save him. Men poured from the box truck, silhouettes with speed, masks cheap and effective. Not Maretti, Sasha realized in the fast cataloging part of her mind. Not DeLuca. Marino. The kind who sell their aim to whoever pays them to be ugly.

Fresh. A snarl curved from my throat. “Spread,” I ordered, voice cutting like a blade. They obeyed, scattering between alleys and broken doorframes. I stalked forward, claws half-bared, ears pricked to every creak of timber, every crunch of snow. And then the silence shattered. Shouts split the air, steel rang against steel, and figures poured from the ruins—humans, not starved stragglers but armed men, their blades coated black. An ambush.

After the plan was negotiated, Rush left the Rogue League camp with three senior fighters. Before leaving, he gave Amelia two bottles of hallucinogens to use in case of danger. Amelia took it, then sneaked into the tent with no one paying attention to her. "Who’s there?" The prostitute's charming voice sounded in the tent. Followed by a low voice, the prostitute’s voice vanished in the air. Amelia quickly changed into the prostitute's clothes. The clothes were revealing, she blushed and had to pull the skirt down. This action directly exposed a pair of her breasts to the air.

It was Ross, his weapon barking from a secondary angle near the western crates. Two distinct, heavy thuds echoed through the room as Julian's henchmen dropped to the floor, their rifles clattering away. Through the chaos, the sharp, frantic revving of an engine exploded from the rear of the building. A pair of headlights cut through the darkness as a blacked-out SUV smashed through the weak wooden loading docks at the back, tires screeching as Julian fled into the rainy night. The small win. The ambush had failed. Julian had lost his leverage, his men were neutralized, and he had been forced to run like a rat into the dark.

Xira and I whipped toward the hall at the same time and sprinted out of the pack house, weaving through the crowd that was running around directionless. The moment we. And into the open street, we saw the chaos that was unfolding. Warriors rushed towards the north gate with their weapons drawn while others ushered the civilians inside. The air smelled heavily of smoke and something that I couldn’t quite place. Right ahead of us, rogues poured into the territory, armed with all kinds of weapons, moving in frightening coordination. This was no petty rogue band that steals food supplies or medicine or holds people for ransom, this was an ambush. Xira grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the sto

I peeked out just in time to see Dax slide into the driver’s seat, his face set in grim determination. "Hold on," he muttered as he gunned the engine. The car surged forward, and I was thrown back against the seat as we sped off, weaving through the streets like a scene straight out of Fast & Furious. But this wasn’t a movie. This was real. And deadly. "We’re really in an ambush?" I gasped, clutching the seat as Dax took a sharp turn. "You need to tell me what’s going on in your life. I swear, if I survive this, I’m going to need therapy. What if your enemies come after me next? I can’t live like this!"

replied Alexander with a vague smile, not wanting Amber to worry. He put away his phone and looked ahead, seeing Wyverna Grand Hotel standing tall among the buildings in the distance. They were close to their destination. Suddenly, Alexander heard a noise. Before the ambushers could leap out of the bushes, he released over a dozen bursts of energy. These people were not even martial practitioners. They truly had no fear of death. "Aahh!" Screams were followed by the sound of bodies hitting the ground. The competition among the candidates had become extremely fierce, resorting to ruthless measures without hesitation.

His eyes were sharp, cruel, alive with unfinished rage. Then the attack came. Ash Pack wolves burst from the trees. Arrows hissed through the mist. Blades flashed. Chaos followed. The ground churned under paws and boots. Moonrise warriors met the ambush head-on, the line bending but refusing to break. Xander was at the center of it. His voice cut through the madness. “For Moonrise! For your Luna! Hold!”

Exposing themselves would be suicide. Inside Building 21, the Mad Wolves crouched behind walls and corners, terrified, praying that Cyrus would not choose to enter. Outside, Cyrus continued hunting down the remaining gang members. Each time he caught up to someone, one bullet finished the job. It took little effort. The last man scrambled toward Building 21. Before he reached the entrance, the roar of the snowmobile rose behind him. Cyrus slowed, looked at the pitch-black corridor ahead, and confirmed what he already suspected. Ambushers waited inside.