Steelheart Movie Novels & Stories

My core flared in defiance, pushing back against him, but I was too weak to stabilize it. Tears streamed down my face. My life flashed before me. I twisted, thrashed, and jerked, not willing to give up. “Pl…Please help…help me, moon goddess,” I gurgled, choking under his grip. His arrogance made him careless. My core didn't glow, instead, it went unnoticed through my arm down to my palm, extending into an ancient Valerian steel. Before he could realize what was going on, I drove the steel deep into his chest. So deep I felt it tear through muscles and tendons, cracking his sternum to his heart.

"Goodbye, Dr. Luthenstein." Then, Marcus barged into the office. "ER just got a serious case! The patient needs to undergo surgery now!" I asked, "What's the situation?" "Aortic dissection. It's an emergency." Jeremiah said, "I'll prep." Marcus shook his head. "The patient's family specifically requested Dr. Holloway. She saved his father." That stunned me. Now, there was no way I could say no. "On it," I said. Jeremiah followed me. "I'll assist."

I deserved this, but my best friend didn't. "You like this, don't you?" The soldier stopped kissing my neck now staring into my eyes. My eyes never met his as he looked down at me. Shortly his lips returned to my neck, and I closed my eyes. "You're the only she-wolf who has never tried to fight back," he said as he lifted my dress, and instantly my body stiffened. "I'll do so for her!" I heard a deep male voice, and the fighter's body was thrown off me.

He threw a heavy right hook across the man's jaw, knocking the guy clean off his feet before he hit the rug like a sack of wet salt. ​Silence hit the room for two seconds, heavy and completely dead quiet, except for the loud ring in my ears from the gun. Then heavy boots started pounding down the hallway upstairs. ​"Kaelen!" a voice called down from the top landing. ​I looked up, pulling my hands tight around the grip of the gun. Greta was standing right at the top of the stairs in a dark work jacket, a broad radio clipped to her left shoulder. She had three armed Ironbound guys standing right behind her in a row, their rifle barrels pointed straight down into the middle of the room.