Shion Madarame Novels & Stories

Right after Omar smiled at his mom, a brilliant, harsh golden fiery light greeted his eyes. Amy calmly turned around, and she clutched her son when she saw an enormous sea of fire rising through the armored truck’s floor. Amy and Omar never heard a loud boom when the bomb detonated, but they saw the fire rolling toward them. The fire rose into the air in slow motion. Amy walked through a sea of flames, allowing it to engulf her and her son.

Gong Ling’er struggled. “Bastard!” Yang Xiao clenched his fists. Miyamoto Shinji was ruthless and sinister. He came from Japan and had been influenced by the culture of Miyamoto family since childhood. From Japan to Olympus, he developed Miyamoto family into the first foreign-owned enterprise in the Central Plains in a short time, which was enough to show Miyamoto's outstanding talent. Even in the face of such a situation, Shinichi Miyamoto was still calm in the face of danger. Miyamoto Masao was much better than Tang Hao and others in judging the situation.

It was a deep cut, probably from a knife, right below his collarbone. "What happened?" My voice was tender. I was so afraid. I had seen him get shot once, and I had seen him hurt before, but I still hadn't gotten used to the mafia life. "It's nothing." Mariano's voice was rough. He was still mad. "I'll stitch it up. It will be fine." "You will do no such thing." I snapped. "Shut up and come to the hospital with me." "No hospitals." "Fine, then I'm calling Dr.Rei." Dr Rei was the doctor for the entire mafia.

She read the plaque that revealed it was a kukri, gifted from the Nepalese to a Sgt Maddox. Sgt Maddox? She frowned at the name. It was a common name, right? She glanced over at the picture on the wall, a group of brawny uniformed men stared back at her, their faces beaming with pride. She traced her finger over the names at the bottom of the picture, finding the same name. Only this time, it was slightly different, the label read Sgt Zachary Maddox. She followed the position of names, matching it up to Archer’s face. Cara ran to the next picture she found down the hallway, a single photo of him stood to attention in his uniform, the badge on his chest read ‘Maddox’.

“The last thing that we're going to need is for someone to be watching what we're doing. And she has many that are spinning around. “Yes, sir,” said Marco, one of the last I still trusted. “Her new soldiers, if you can call them that, they tore through our border lines like they knew the land better than we did. They're using her site, her memory. Somehow she's the one guiding them through, but they were eliminated. Only the differences. She does not know that they were eliminated, at least not plainly. She might know, but…”

I scoffed. “My lady, I may be your handmaid but I am loyal to Alpha Kent and I will not hear you mock his clan. He is the best Alpha we've had, and I will not hear another bad word about him.” Madeline strongly said before stomping out, leaving me and this obscene amount of food alone.

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

iconic photographs that would blanket the world should it prove to be the place where the killer was captured. Dooms- day House. A modest 1940's-era two-story dwelling with warping shingles, chipped white shutters anda sagging porch with a couple of bicycles, plastic chairs anda grill. There was no yard to speak of -a spitter with good lung power could lean out the windows and hit the houses on either side and to When he spotted the house he had a mental flash of the the rear. There was just enough paved space for two cars - a

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.