Syndicate Blue Novels & Stories

“ Brother-in-law, don’t act too rash. They’re from the Syrum Syndicate, and we can’t go against them.” Blake frowned when hearing that these men came from the Syndicate, and seeing his friends in such a state infuriated him. He quickly texted Denis that someone from the Syndicate was causing trouble at the Breaker BMW company, and Denis replied that he was five minutes away and would arrive as soon as possible. Blake rushed over to Carol and Betty and started to help them up. “What are you doing? Did I allow you to get back up? Whore’s are meant to be on the ground and grovel at my feet.” Big Sal said while smoking a large cigar.

Nyx’s stomach dropped. “The Syndicate,” Nyx said quietly. “The Syndicate is what happens when infrastructure becomes agenda. Vane took over the operations fifteen years ago. He was twenty-four. He was supposed to be a figurehead, but he was smarter than everyone else, so he became the thing he was supposed to represent.” “He told me he was...”

It truly showed how weak the Syndicate was—no honor among rogues. “So, where are they? We need to get organized and on the move.” Tanner questioned. “Hold on. Let me boot this thing up. Silvercloud installed it last week, and now we can use it.” Collin waved a dismissive hand as he turned on the integrated touch screen on the desk.

"Besides, it's a good advert for my shop." As Sapphira packed her bags into Beta Declan's car, she thought about the deal that she had made with Katrice. If she needed her help, Sapphira had to come. And that was that. Sapphira didn't know what sort of help Katrice might need, but she was more than happy to oblige, considering she didn't know many people who would give her an entire outfit for free.

Bigger. “What happened to you all?” I asked quietly. Luca’s lips curved into a humorless smile. “We built an empire. After your father’s fall, we merged the territories we had taken. They are all under one banner now.” I blinked. “You mean—” “Yes,” he said. “We’re the largest syndicate on the continent. No rivals. No threats. No one left who can touch us.” I stared at him in disbelief. “You sound proud.” He shrugged slightly. “I’m not proud. Just… telling you what’s true.”

“You don't want us to get him like you said—” “No, just watch him.” “Sir, should we be wasting time on a job like this? What if one of the regulators gets on our ass about it?” Isabella questioned. And she was right. It could happen. I wanted it to. “When that moment comes.” I sighed. The Syndicate was a tricky organization to work with. Even my father had several bones to pick with them. Only a handful of them were known by gangs, most if not all of the times they connected through a regulator. I bet security reasons played a role in the secrecy.

It became clear that The Syndicate was real, and they had set their sights on Xander and me. Our peaceful existence was swiftly upended by a series of calculated attacks. Our business empire crumbled under the weight of their relentless assaults, as they orchestrated a meticulously orchestrated campaign to dismantle everything we had built. They struck at our assets, our reputation, and even our personal safety. As Xander and I delved deeper into the mystery, we discovered that The Syndicate was not only targeting us but had broader global ambitions. Their operations extended far beyond our own struggles, encompassing political manipulation, economic destabilization, and even acts of terrori

But it was a price he was willing to pay. “Good to hear! I know she feels the same about you, as she would not beat just anyone’s arse!” Tony said proudly. Hank was trying to hide a smile under his hand. “So is my proposal acceptable?” Xan said carefully. He did not want to scare Tony off at the last hurdle. “One last question, what does your Syndicate think?” Tony asked frankly. “They fully agree and thrilled at this proposition. They are sending you the appropriate paperwork if you are agreeable." Denug said.

"This is how the syndicate operates. We do not need to win by force. We need to win by making the cost of retaliation higher than the cost of acceptance." I stared at the photograph of Blake Morrison on the desk, at his handsome, careless, entitled face, and I thought about all the men who had looked at me and seen a resource rather than a person. Silvio, with his champagne and his magic room and his careful, methodical violation. Blake, with his hands and his complete disinterest in the word no. James, sitting behind his mahogany desk, was assigning me a role in a plan I had not chosen. Even Cade, sometimes, with that possessive gravity of his that pulled me in before I'd decided to move.

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede