Tower Of Rayne Syndicate Novels & Stories

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.

“You stopped the slaughter. You saved them.” Her lips curved faintly. “Did I? Or did I only show them another way to worship me?” He wanted to argue, but he couldn’t. The truth was carved into the world outside — graffiti, altars, and bloodied symbols of her name. Cassian and Dante — The Division In the war room below, the two men stood on opposite sides of the table — maps glowing between them. Cassian slammed his fist against the surface. “We need to dissolve what’s left of the syndicate before the Veil reforms. They’re feeding off the chaos.”

Cullen sat in his office staring out the window. He was still trying to wrap his brain around the latest information he had received. Originally he had believed that the raids his southern border was suffering were perpetrated by the La Rayne. Stephen La Rayne, alpha asshole, of that pack had always been trouble. When he wanted to torment the human population he had a tendency to do it on other people's land so that the branch of the American government that periodically monitored and helped to hide the lycan population would blame someone else.

"Dr. Ryan." He looked at Harper. "I am done playing by the rules, Harper." "No more lawsuits. No more board meetings." "I am going to burn their world down. Even if I have to burn with it." Harper looked into his eyes. The Golden Cat was gone. The Wolf was gone. All that was left was a King of Ashes. "We'll do it together," Harper said fiercely. "But first... we need an army." Sebastian nodded slowly. He looked at Louis. "You said the Syndicate has enemies. Rivals."

“Of course I am. I have no reason to lie. You have my brother in your dungeon. You have to let him go.” “Do I?” the vampire murmured. My stomach tightened. “Your brother stole from us,” he continued. “And we don’t tolerate that.” “What did he steal?” I blurted. “I’ll pay you back.” He smiled fully, fangs gleaming. “No amount of money could pay for it. And payment isn’t the point. It is the principle.” My heart sank. “And who are you?” I asked quietly. “We are the Penumbra Syndicate,” he said. “I am Xavier Nero. This is Kaelen Frost.” He motioned to the scarred Fae. “And Lysander Hale.”