Tusk Act 4 Requiem Novels & Stories

“See those coordinates? That’s the Alps private cemetery where the old hag was buried. Beneath it lies 120 tons of military-grade C4. Its detonation frequency is quantum-exclusive with this bulletproof column’s gravity sensor.” He twisted his wrist. Mud and water rippled across the floor. “Kneel. Climb the steps. Press your face against my boot. Grovel before it. Beg.” “Take the serum. Watch your half-dead husband survive. The cost? Your mother’s remains turned to ashes.” “Don’t take it. Hold the tube, and in ten minutes, this man’s sympathetic nerves will dissolve into a puddle of rot.” The brutal choice slammed onto the table. The vocoder jumped to the public channel. Volume maxed.

“The ritual. Melissa is planning something. Something terrible. I can feel it in the air. Dark magic building.” He was right. I could feel it too. A strange pressure in the atmosphere. Like a storm was coming. The hair on my arms stood up. The air smelled like sulfur and rotting flowers. “What ritual?” I demanded. Before Aiden could answer, a terrible scream cut through the battle sounds. I whipped my head around and saw Troy standing over Marcus. The traitor was on the ground, his wolf form forced back to human. His arm was bent at a wrong angle. Blood poured from a gash across his chest.

I set the timer on the coffee machine and waited patiently for the one liquid that might be able to set everything back to normal. “There’s a prisoner in the Hillburgh cell. He needs you to break this particular prisoner and get her to confess.” “Her?” I mused. “That’s new. What’s her crime?” “High treason.” He said usually like it was nothing. I blew a long whistle. “That’s a damn shame. Who’s the broad?” I poured out the coffee and blew on the fumes before sipping the foam and feeling the first thrill run through my spine. Coffee was heaven.

I couldn't see through the tears falling from my eyes but I heard their voices, every last one of them, as we cried together for all we had lost. When every word was spoken, the family members eased back, giving me room to stand. Lifting my eyes toward the waiting pyres, I readied my heart. It was time to let the four wolves go. Ever and Asher were already in position. Both held up a burning torch in each hand. Behind us, the drums began to beat. Long arms sweeping down, Ever lit two of the pyres, calling out loudly, "Ashes to ashes!" The crowd echoed his cry, "Ashes to ashes!"

Resting his upper left hand on Cassius’s shoulder, he threw the crystal upward, causing it to float five feet above Cassius, sending the golden hue out for thirty paces in all directions around him. Grunting at Hussin, “Much better, my thanks,” Cassius said gruffly, turning in all directions, seeing nothing but an open expanse. “Grub likes undergrounds, but Grub isn’t liking this. Grub thinks things in dark be watching us,” Grub said, leaping to stand next to Cassius, flicking his eyes around frantically. “Old monster who hibernated here killed many quilix before Taalook ended its life. Due to its strength, the scent still lingers,” Hussin said, raising his head slightly as if sniffing the a

I could smell the wolfsbane on her skin, whoever was behind this situation had targeted Tessa, which made livid, and the fact that they killed four of my warriors and got so far into the pack pissed me off. I lifted her face to me, her pain filled eyes looked at me. "I will try and do this as quickly as possible darling." I said as I leaned in and slowly licked one of the gashes on her face. Tessa cried out in pain as she gripped my arm. Tears poured down her face, It hurt her even more since the gashes were so deep. The taste of metal and wolfsbane in my mouth. I continued on to the other four gashes. I guessed the man that Brady had pinned against the tree was the one who did this to her.

I collected it with shak y hands, and he turned back to collect his. He pulled me fowards the casket, on which was the bold inscription, Eve. I sniffed hard, trying to control myself. I kept the candle on the casket as he did, and then held me to him again as we moved away from the casket. Others started to drop their candles, slowly, and the cremator started to heat up with the fire thrown into it. After everyone was done, Austin took a large fire and placed it above all, causing the fire to finally erupt.

I looked at the dirt-flecked bunch of grass and let out a disbelieving laugh. "Are you serious?" "Of course," Caleb avowed, his gaze earnest. "I know you've been yearning to hear this. Elena, be my mate. I will cherish you…" Before he could finish, heavy footsteps suddenly thundered from the far end of the corridor. The air instantly thickened with powerful Alpha pheromones, so potent it was almost suffocating. He held a bouquet of cliff roses—blooms said to grow only on sheer, ice-bound cliffs in the harshest regions, each one worth a king's ransom.

With his free hand, he tore the satchel from my waist, unbuckling the leather strap and dumping the contents directly into the mud between us. The stolen winter-sage leaves scattered into the puddles. Beside them, the ancient, wax-sealed High Council scroll rolled open, the rain rapidly blurring the elegant script of the Binding Nullification Act. Richard’s silver eyes locked onto the document. He picked it up, his gaze sweeping over the exposed lines regarding the systemic rejection and the biological anomaly. The silence that followed was louder than the thunder in the mountains.

The basic amino acids left on her skin's surface from the gene shackle's fusion were evaporating in fine white mist. "The gene shackle has fused. There is no longer a single fragment of Nyx's cells left in this tomb. You have no weapon. No retreat. The Four Great Houses have all collapsed. Every pun clause you buried in the Council has been amended, one by one. Now only you remain. Kneeling before the door you never crossed." Marcus didn't lift his head. His voice emerged from the rents in his grey cloak, dry and hoarse. "You took her final words. What did she say."