Tower Of Rayne Syndicate Novels & Stories

He'd also found that the syndicates belonged to either Bart or Wayne. Bart and Wayne were both active in Southeast Aciana. While they hadn't dared stretch their vines into Lonla, they were linked to—and even cooperating with—the governments of Lonla's states bordering other countries. In short, they weren't people Angeline and her people could simply take down, let alone Thomas alone. But that wasn't all Danny had considered. Many people knew that Thomas was one of them and helped them with many matters in gray areas. If he were to exact revenge and end up getting caught or recognized, it would bring Vitality Biotech needless trouble.

"You just sealed the fate of your fallen bloodline, Lyra. Enjoy your sanctuary while you still have it." The line went dead, the silence of the hospital room rushing back to fill the void. Across the territory, inside the upper ring of the Crowne Dominion Tower, Selene slammed her encrypted communicator onto the mahogany surface, her fangs lengthening as her inner wolf demanded violence. She paced the length of the room, her silver furs catching the light of the arena below where the young pack members were running drills on the ice. She gripped the device again, her thumb bruising the screen as she dialed the syndicate's lead enforcer.

Not completely. For a month, the updates have been the same. She’s safe. She’s happy. That’s enough. That’s all I need to keep moving forward. Tonight’s job is a high-value target, the kind I normally avoid unless the money is insultingly good. This one was. Enough zeros to make the risk worth it. The man is Syndicate, one of the clean-cut killers who went rogue and started playing freelance with the wrong clients. Now someone wants him cleaned up quietly. Which means it falls to me.

I said quietly. Silence. He looked at me for a long moment. Then, finally— “They call themselves the Syndicate.” The word settled heavily in the air. I didn’t know exactly what it meant. But I knew enough to understand it wasn’t small. “What do they do?” I asked. “Everything,” he said. “That’s vague.” “It’s meant to be.” “Sebastian.” Another pause. “They operate across multiple sectors,” he said carefully. “Finance. Security. Intelligence. Things that exist in the gray areas between legal and… not.”

Sylvia had already known of the Synrum Syndicate from her father’s dealings in the town of Swanville. “I hope Mr. Blake knows what he’s doing.” Mr. Wheaton replied. “I may be powering in the business field, but I’m powerless in the underworld.” Blake walked calmly towards the three men left standing, and the calmer he was, the less calm they were. He gave off the aura of a king of death over them, and when he was a foot away from them, he stopped and spoke. “Mr.Leastwise, funny how your last name really state’s your predicament. You are least-wise in provoking me with the Syrum Syndicate. Let’s see, shall we who will be killed tonight.” Blake said, being cold to the three.

“The Seraph Syndicate.” Lucien let out a low whistle. “Now that is bad news.” Aurora’s brows drew together. “Explain.” Adrian turned toward her. “The Seraph Syndicate is one of the most powerful underground organizations in the world. Assassins. Intelligence brokers. Economic warfare.” Victor added quietly, “They don’t take sides.” Dominic finished the sentence. “They conquer.” Aurora stared at the advancing convoy. “So tonight, they chose my estate.” “Not just your estate,” Adrian corrected.

the Veins. Behind him, I saw the Titan-Class Drill—the one I thought I had destroyed at the gate. The Syndicate had rebuilt it, and it was now positioned directly over the "Heart-Plug" of the mountain. "You're working with the Syndicate again?" I spat, pushing against his blade. "They are tools, Elena. Just as these 'wolfless' rats are yours. They want the Silver; I want the Silence. It is a productive partnership." "Not if I kill the partner," I said.

he asks. "I’m sure Kir will bring it up tomorrow," I tell him. "Obviously we’re going to have to adjust to not having Saint’s skills in the field." Butcher hums a low note in his chest. Nods once. Goes back to staring at the dark treeline. The names aren't vanishing. We wiped Scott off the board, but the board is still crowded. Senior Vanguard operators are still breathing. The men who are funding The Syndicate are still powerful and rich.

on the horizon. The "Russian Syndicate" was still "Indexing" their location, and the "Final Audit" of the "Hawke" name was only just beginning its "Phase Three."

His ice-grey eyes reflected the freezing sea outside, hard and unyielding, completely consumed by a storm he had spent a decade engineering. "She has spirit," Mikael said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that barely carried across the expansive, minimalist room. "If she didn't fight, she wouldn't be her father's daughter." "Spirit is a luxury we are rapidly running out of, Mikael," I replied, setting the reports down and interlocking my fingers on the desk. "The regional council convenes in less than twelve hours. The captains from Turku and Tampere are already whispering. They know an unannounced marriage to a missing Italian heiress violates every traditional statute of the Pohjola syndic