Novel & Cerita The Man From Blackwater Red Dead Redemption

But that peace lasted three days, and now even dying didn’t feel like something to fear anymore. Then I heard footsteps. They came slowly from inside the mist. I turned and froze. A man emerged from the shadows, tall and broad-shouldered, his coat dark, his steps steady. There was a faint scar running from his jaw to his neck. His eyes were sharp, darker than the night, and when they locked on mine, I couldn’t breathe. He stopped a few feet away. The silence stretched. “You’re…” I started, my voice barely a whisper. “Liam Blackwood,” he said, his tone calm but cold.

I snarl and sink my teeth into his leg, throwing him off. Still, they come. They’re not tired. Not slowing. It’s like fighting shadows that just keep getting up. I’m strong—I know I’m strong—but I can feel the exhaustion pulling at my limbs now. Every breath gets harder. Another growl rumbles behind me. I spin around, ready to strike— But it’s not a wolf. It’s a man. Three of them. Dressed in black. Masks on. Guns drawn. Heading straight for the car. “No. No no no no—”

My jacket and boots were gone. My hands were tied and strung up above me in a chain. I wiggled my fingers that had gone numb. It felt like I had been hit with a semi-truck and I groaned when I felt the pain my body was in. "Wolfsbane's a b*tch, right?" I turned my head to see who was talking to me and spotted a man in his early twenties leaning against the wall. He had long black hair in a braid and dark, almost black, eyes. He held a whip in his hand and my blood ran cold.

Bone cracked beneath my bite. The beast whined, and I tore it down. “Take him!” I barked through the link, stepping off the bleeding creature. “Take him to the cell and guard p.” Two wolves obeyed, dragging the unconscious were-cat back through the trees. The others stayed, snarling, circling. Then I froze. A flicker of movement, above. My eyes darted upward. There, on a thick branch, crouched a man in black tactical gear. He was too still and too calm. The glint of his sniper rifle caught the moonlight, and the barrel was aimed, right at me.

The Black Jade warriors had been torn down like dry leaves. The last man standing, Lieutenant Reed, staggered back toward the medical truck. His weapon was out of charge. He had his claws extended, but trembled from the blood loss. From the dark spot ahead, a tall figure emerged. Blackwood. He wasn’t wearing armor. Just a black combat shirt, dark jeans, and boots stained with blood. His silver eyes glistened in the night like a wild fire. The lieutenant tried to run, then two of Blackwood's men held him still.

In Minutes, the water rose higher around our feet, and the bunker shook again. And standing there, trapped between the flood and my father’s men, I knew one thing for sure— We were running out of time. Everything hit at once. Gunshots. Water. Shouting. The man in black came at us again, fast, like he didn’t feel anything. I fired twice. The bullets hit, but he barely slowed, and for a second, it didn’t make sense. “Diego!” I barked. He moved instantly, shifting position and firing at the man’s side. That finally did it. The man staggered, then dropped to his knees.

Ebony's POV Darkness. That was all I could see as I ran into the woods. Then, I suddenly bumped into something hard that made me fall to the ground. I looked up to see a man that looked about fifty. He had Red eyes and was wearing a black cape. "Hello, My Little White Wolf," he said "Who are you," I asked nervously. Something about him scared me, and I could sense that he was evil.

The ferals surrounded her, giving her disadvantages in escaping. The ferals were snapping and snarling at her but weren't attacking. Then a man appeared, stepping out from the forest. He looks like Ruvik but younger. He has short black hair with a long ponytail, red eyes, and wearing dark clothes. I froze in place. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck rise. That's the man who I saw in my nightmare. "Oh, sweet Maple," he grins. "Do you think you can escape from me?"

replied, “Good, I prefer a quick fight.” The group surrounded me, raising their iron rods to strike at me with all their might. With a swift motion, I slashed my dagger across their wrists, using my last ounce of strength to push myself off the ground and kick towards them. Thud! Several of them fell to the ground. Suddenly, a rumbling sound echoed nearby. “Not good, someone’s coming! Let’s go!” More than a dozen men in black jumped off the truck, but just as they were about to escape, a blinding light shone down on them. A group of armed individuals aimed their dark guns at the men, while a helicopter hovered above. A tall, stern-looking man stepped out of a vehicle. An overwhelming pressu

Just what I need! I would have immediately assumed that he had followed me here to confront me, had he not had company. Shady- looking, crepy as hell company. Mr Blackwood was slanting into the counter by the bar, a glass of whisky in his hand. He looked ragged, like a white- collar psychopath in those work slacks and untucked shirt which was almost unbuttoned all the way. He looked really pissed and to be in a murderous mood, but he had nothing on the villainous hunk next to him. The man was large, his bulging muscles were out of this world frightening, both his arms were covered in tattoos, so was the back of his bald head.. the most notable tattoo was one of a black widow which extended f