Novel & Cerita The Enemy At The Gates

Probably both. Tommy checked his watch. 1:58 AM. Tommy stepped forward and spoke—loud and clear, his voice carrying in the still night air: "We are enemies of Siegfried Zerok." He declared. Nothing happened. Connor shifted nervously. "Maybe they're not—" The gate swung open. One moment it was closed, the next revealing a path through the overgrown gardens toward the estate beyond. "Well," Tommy said, trying to keep his voice steady despite the sudden spike of adrenaline. "That's inviting."

"Men, Valor Keep is under siege. We know not their purpose, but it matters not. These dogs will regret ever setting foot in our territory! On my signal, brace the gates. Archers to the ramparts. We hold this line!" A chorus of "Sir, yes sir!" echoed around the packed courtyard. I nodded firmly, galvanized by their courage even against these impossible odds. Perhaps we could weather this storm yet. I looked to the crimson and gold banners undulating overhead in the rising wind, so bright against the iron sky. Valor had stood a thousand years and would stand a thousand more if I had any say. With a final battlecry, we lowered pikes and charged out to meet the invaders. What followed was brutal

When I got to the gatehouse I went in and pulled down the lever, grunting with the effort it took. With a loud creak, the gates budged and began to lift by measures. Panic surged through me as I willed the gates to lift faster, looking on as the enforcers had started to come back running at the sound of the gates lifting; Nayla wouldn't be able to hold them off this time. Heart in throat, I backed away as the burly warriors come charging towards me, some changing into their wolves mid air. The gates continued to lift slowly. "Hey!" An enforcer yelled, fast closing in on me. Panic became a living thing within me. I focused my gaze on him, and he instantly rose into the air, screaming, eyes wi

The kind of place that looked like it had nothing to hide because everything that needed hiding was buried deep enough to be invisible. She had grown up visiting this place on holidays. She had eaten at the long table in the east dining room and played in the grounds as a child, and sat in the library reading while her father worked behind closed doors and never once understood what the closed doors were for. She understood now. "Security rotation changes in four minutes," Nadia said. "That's our window." "Pack two takes the east entrance," Damien said. Quiet and certain, the voice of an Alpha giving orders. "Pack three holds the perimeter. Nobody in or out." He looked at Rain. "We go throug

I asked with thin lips, "They haven't healed." "They are healing. The process is slow." He said, tugging me to the cobblestone path. The snow was removed and piled at the sides. "Troy, you shouldn't do this? You could have picked another day to show them stars. We don't know. Who are our enemies? Who attacked us? They could have been waiting for a weak point. And it could be a great opportunity." I shook my head in disbelief. He glanced at me as if it had bitten him.

Maybe not even to myself. "Your family destroyed mine," I said instead. "This seems... poetic." She nodded slowly, like she'd expected that answer. "Three days, then." "Three days." She left, closing the door softly behind her. I stood there in the empty room, wondering what the hell I'd just agreed to. My phone buzzed, a text from Dec, Please tell me you didn't just do something monumentally stupid. I typed back, Define stupid. You know exactly what I mean. That was Elara Vance. VANCE. As in, your family's sworn enemy, as in, the granddaughter of the man who destroyed your grandfather.

Even when the truth was staring them in the face, they were still spouting nonsense like that. I wiped the blood from my face, then shot the guards a cold look. "These people gathered here to brawl inside my restaurant and assaulted your boss. You know what to do." "Yes, sir!" All of the guards were former soldiers I'd hired at top dollar—each one a seasoned fighter, easily capable of taking on ten men at once. At my command, they moved instantly, swift and precise, and descended on the group. … In seconds, the room erupted into chaos.

"You stay back. When I open the gates, you walk behind me. Don't look at them. Look at me. If they see your fear, the rioters will smell the blood in the water. If they see your confidence, they’ll wonder why you aren't afraid. That doubt will buy us a few seconds. That’s all I need." Kael didn't wait for a response. He walked toward the heavy, iron-reinforced oak of the main gate. The guards scrambled to unbar the latch, their hands trembling as they looked at the strange, shimmering texture of his armor. As the gates groaned open, the noise of the city rushed in like a hurricane. The scene outside was a nightmare of filth and desperation. The commoners were pressed against the threshold, a

Rose stood in front of the iron fence that towered over her. The iron line that tightly closed the magnificent house inside, seemed to smile disdainfully at him. The girl ignored the scorching sun that burned her beautiful hair and smooth skin. She searched for the bell and managed to find an intercom to communicate with. Rose pressed the button and waited for an answer. "Who are you?" asked a male voice over the intercom. "Me, Rose, can I see Mr. Robert Miller?"

Riley mumbled as he kept his eye on his surroundings. "I am not saying that we shouldn't trust him. I'm just saying that we don't know enough. We have no idea what is going on and we are acting like mindless people who just follow orders. We found out that Ryder was actually the enemy's son. We are forced to believe that he is good because he is our friend and he knows where Sam is. And lastly, we are outside an abandoned building to kill his evil twin brother who we can't even smell or see for the past 20 minutes.