Stealthy Characters Novels & Stories

he stammers. We all inhale sharply. Decades? “Not openly,” he goes on. “Quietly. Systematically. They pick rogue wolves off one by one. Spread it out so no one notices. And… well, they’re rogues—criminals, exiles—no one cares if they disappear.” “And I’m sure, as the ‘honorable’ Elder you were, you helped smooth things along,” I say darkly. He flinches but says nothing. I hear Dom mutter a curse under his breath.

When you stood with an alpha who chose ambition over basic decency. The second wave hit me two hundred yards into the territory. These weren't just warriors. These were specialists. Magic users casting spells from protected positions. Archers with silver arrows aimed from rooftops. Rogues hired as mercenaries, all of them desperate and dangerous in the way only those with nothing to lose could be. The first spell hit me, purple witch-fire designed to burn through supernatural defenses. It splashed against my Ghost Wolf power and evaporated, my silver light consuming the dark magic like it was nothing.

I asked, taking a bite of syrup-drenched waffles. “He sent Booker,” Carter replies. I choke on my pancake. “He is just as bad as Ajax,” I gasp after expelling the food from my airway. Booker Kimble, codename: Veles. He is a taciturn weapons expert tactician with a blood kink. He reminds me of C.H.A.O.S.’s hellhound, Ransom. They both have adorable boyish faces with big blue eyes and thick lashes, but they are deadly like slow loris. You want to cuddle them because they’re so cute, but they are poisonous and will kill you.

I whispered. The sedative began to pull me under, slow and inescapable. * * * * * * CHARACTER SKETCH: SHADOW GANG MEMBERS: Zoe Stone – Leader Draven – Zoe’s Beta Lyra – Draven’s sister Seris – Draven and Lyra’s adopted sister Kael – Third in command Damon – Fourth in command ALPHAS: Talon Green – Green Moss Pack Lucan Cohen – Ocean Spirit Pack Corwin Dixon – Moon Shine Pack Valen Anderson – Crystal Blood Pack

The real test. Under the cloak of a moonless night, we moved. Karl led the way, a shadow among shadows, his movements fluid and silent. Vinny was at his side, a formidable presence even in the dark. Behind us, a handful of Karl’s most seasoned wolves, their faces grim, eyes sharp. And then there was me, the anomaly, the one with the 'unique' abilities that might just turn the tide. My wolf paced inside me, a low growl of anticipation, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice.

Rey wondered if the dilapidated state of the building contributed something to the slave-owner aesthetic. He decided to shake off his thoughts and refocus his attention. ‘Let’s focus on the matter at hand.’ He activated the [Stealth], [Projection], got ready to use [Phase], and even added the [Camouflage] Skill he just learned from the Bigfoots… just in case. With his preparations complete, he walked straight past the vigilant, armored guards without raising an eyebrow from any of them. None of them even noticed him nearing them, walking past them, or passing through the fence to reach the other side.

unravel. It wasn't a wolf. It wasn't even a man. It was a Shadow-Stalker, a creature of forbidden alchemy sent by the High Council. It looked like a smudge of ink against the air, a humanoid shape with no face, only two glowing slits of necrotic green light. It didn't have a scent, which was why it had bypassed the sentries at the door. It was a silent, soulless assassin designed for one purpose: to strike at the heart of a lineage before it could even be born.

He wasn't that recognize nor recommended to doing and delivering good works. Amunsa wasn't that good on delivering drugs to places he normally goes to meet him. Arthur somehow ruin Amunsas life as he always takes his client knowing fully well that thie client belongs to his friend yet he still did it.

I was sure that they would have been able to hear something. Ethan and I went to the second and third houses and they had been broken into the same way. And it was still baffling how someone could break in without the parents hearing them. And then it finally hit me. “Ethan. Do you have stealth warriors here?” I asked. “Stealth warriors? You mean, ones that can control their breathing and heart rates so that no one knows where they are?” He asked. “Yeah. They can be hiding behind a tree and not even a werewolf would be able to tell that they are there.” I say. “No. I’ve never had the need for stealth wolves. Why?” He asked.

Carefully and quietly, he exited the tent, ensuring not to draw any attention. Taking a moment to assess his surroundings, Anom proceeded towards the central area. Along the path, small wooden houses dotted the vicinity. Approaching one of the houses, he surveyed the area, ensuring it was clear of any onlookers. Satisfied with his assessment, he placed the item he carried near the wall—a square white box adorned with a button on the side. With a deliberate press of the button, he activated its mechanism before continuing on his way.