Syndicate Blue Novels & Stories

I am looking for the shift manager who took the bribe. Spadino is sitting across from me, sharpening his knife. Shhh-shhh. Shhh-shhh. The sound is rhythmic, hypnotic. Aureliano and Ciro are in the back, talking in low tones about response times and asset allocation. I look at the map. The Kulla syndicate is a nuisance. They are brute force dealers who lack finesse. They are not the Grecos. They don't want to replace us; they just want to eat off our plate.

The syndicate, as it appeared, worked like a kind of global conglomerate, making investments in secret projects and acquisitions. I documented these observations in a secure notebook. "The network is large. They work with shadowy characters and foreign investors. They can shift markets and even policy. I need to know more if I am to make an informed choice." I then arranged to meet an old business associate, Linda, who had spent time working internationally in finance prior to her retirement. "Linda, I need to ask you something. Do you happen to know about a finance syndicate that provides stakes for inside information?" I asked when meeting her at an isolated coffee house.

“They had a younger sister, Josephine. Her husband died young, shortly after they’d all settled here. She wasn’t even twenty yet, had two babies already, both sons. Story goes that Jo’s husband died soon after Jed had taken off, so Jeremiah took her under his roof and helped raise her kids. Not as his own, per se, but they were Blues, nonetheless. And—Cove history is wishy-washy on this, though I’m sure Jonah has records somewhere—but whatever his sister’s married name had been, those kids used the surname Blue. Jonah descends from them.”

This year was my last chance, The Syndicate was losing their patience with me and when all hope seemed lost – Bellatrix Sinclair came into my life. She was a blessing and a curse. Christian, my Beta poked through the mind-link. “What’s do you have to report?” “The Alpha of Ironfang Clan has been smuggling funds from the Blue District and the human death rate has increased to 70%. You know the consequences if we lose humans.” Christian stressed. The Syndicate demanded for humans to procreate for our benefit, we needed them. Ironfang Clan had the lowest population of humans in their district because they were ruled by a greedy Alpha.

"He sent a message through Ralph that the debt has transferred. Apparently, Cane owed him fifty million before he skipped town." "What? That's stupid. If anything, he should be holding Cane's company responsible. He could sell it for all I care." "You know the Syndicate don't work with logic. He gave us 48 hours before burning something else." "Goddess, I'm not in the mood for this mess." "I say we pay him. It's a lot, but it's a small price for him to go away. He's bad for business." "No," Cassie said. Aser paused. "Cassie, these aren't corporate rivals. This is the Syndicate, they don't bluff."

Elias’s voice came from the shadows by the window. He was dressed in a crisp black shirt, his sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms. He looked revitalized, his hazel eyes sharper, his movements more fluid. But his face was a mask of grim calculation. He held a piece of old parchment in one hand and a modern tablet in the other. "The Syndicate is here, Catherine," he said, not looking at her. "They’ve crossed the perimeter of the forest. They aren't coming with lawyers this time. They’re coming with silver and fire."

Aiden paled considerably. "Good. Now tell her everything right here, right now. Tell her how you know everything and why" Aiden froze, beads of sweat appearing on his face. "Cat got your tongue, Edward?" I frowned, confused. Edward? Who the hell is Edward? "M-my real name is Edward Carson a-and- I work for Scorpion's eye organization" "W-what?!" "Go on. Tell her what you've been doing even before she decided to leave" Lee said.

~ Erik ~ There are things that just go unplanned and unexpected. Like the two things that happened last night because of Daniella’s innocence and charm. Innocence is because she didn’t know that the club she and her team had visited is a drug den in disguise. They didn’t know that all of the staff there are members of a syndicate and are willing to drug unsuspecting customers with their laboratory-developed power drug called ‘Cloud Blue’. It takes one on a high; give grandiose delusions and hallucinations if it is taken in great amounts. It makes the customers think that the club itself is heaven, hence their constant visits, and that means big money for the syndicate.

Marcus, always observant, started giving us more room during briefings, like he could feel the tension radiating from the both of us. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t silence. It was something else that sharp quiet that comes before something breaks. We were in the north wing that afternoon, going over new intel from the docks. The Syndicate was moving again, shipments, false manifests, names that didn’t belong to the living anymore. Cassian stood by the table, flipping through the files, his voice calm as ever. “They’re building something bigger this time. I want eyes on every point of contact. No loose ends.”

“You are much better than I, and it would definitely be more suitable for you to be by Mr. Elysian’s side.” Blue Artifact was an established brand, and they had many subsidiaries under them.