Ulquiorra Novels & Stories

I ordered the men with a scowl. I was certain pride flashed in my father's eyes, "Let them go," he groaned as two men helped him to a stand, "Quinn, I'm not doing nothing. I have my men watching you along with Gunnar's. I just need to work out the best plan of action."

she hesitantly asked tightening their entwined hands. " I am BENJAMIN DIOR WALKER, the Sanguine Tyrant of the Verboten World."

A gust of dark energy bursts outward as the last pot breaks, the red mist inside it dispersing like a dying curse. But when I turn back—my stomach drops. Zoe is still bleeding. Too much. Tears blur my vision as I drop to my knees beside her, gripping her trembling hands. “Zoe, hold on! Stay with me,” I whisper desperately, brushing damp strands from her pale face. The doors crash open. Elijah. Finally. He takes in the scene—the blood, the shattered pots, Serena smirking in twisted satisfaction. And then his eyes darken, the fury of an Alpha blazing through him.

She thought to herself, He’s truly living up to his name. “That’s enough!” an older man’s voice commanded as he stepped out of the shop with Elara by his side. One of the attackers fell to the ground after being struck by Hunter’s spinning kick, and Hunter immediately stopped his assault. He turned to look at the speaker and finally identified the source of the powerful energy he had sensed earlier. Standing before them was none other than Antonio De Luna—a notorious mafia lord with wolf blood in his veins. “Mama!” Aleah exclaimed, attempting to rush toward her mother. But Hunter raised his arm to stop her, his gaze fixed on the older man. Something about Antonio didn’t sit right with him, a

Manuela said, causing Uno to smile slightly. "Am I complaining? I prefer to remain this close to you," Uno said, and they walked toward the door, where they were immediately confronted by the two guards with guns pointed at them. "Who are you?!" "Don't be rude, this is my el señor Uno Juaquin Urquio. We're here to see your boss, Cristiano Napoleon," Santi said with a smile. One guard went inside to inform their boss of their arrival. Manuela was nervous, silently praying nothing went wrong.

I have to save …. “The Alpha has done it again.” I felt a tingle as something touched my thigh. I motioned towards my thigh, wondering what it could be to be able to have such soft skin like a human hand. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I spotted Jimmy’s head next to me. “Any member of the Moon Hound Pack is an enemy even if he/she is as weak as a scout. The assassin who learned the art of Tai might still be among us for all I know, thanks to General Kyle.” Ryu’s voice deepened.

“Do you know where the safe is, Anton?” “Yeah. I even know the code. No one knew where it was except for Darius and me.” Anton said. “For the record, I never agreed with the women being murdered for some sexual deviant’s pleasure.” “No. You were just okay with making a profit off of them.” Jaxon said. “Who was the man with the white hair?” Anton shifted in his seat uncomfortably, “He is a strong wolf with special abilities to control people’s minds. His name is Ozul.”

Splinters explode into the air, but in the middle of the chaos I hear a commanding Alpha roar I wasn’t expecting. “Stop the fucking fire! Patriarch Lorenzo, I’m Enzo Bianchi. Call off your men!” Finally, I can think with some clarity, and Alpha Bianchi’s pheromones hit my nose. “Leo, stand down!” I roar, and the clearing goes still again. I rise just enough over the logs and see him step out with his hands up, a peace signal. I scan the area. His men are sheltered inside, and I sense a few more hidden in the woods.

We had to find that key as quickly as possible and get out of that cursed house before Diego, the house guard, arrived. Diego was the man Sir David had ordered to guard the house. He was a notorious thug on Skull Island. There wasn’t a single resident who didn’t know him. Anyone who hears his name will shudder with fear because Diego is extremely sadistic and won’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. On top of that, he isn’t afraid of the police. He’s small in stature, though not skinny. Still, he’s capable of striking fear into many people. Every time we met or spoke with him, I always lowered my head or turned my face away. So, it was Leo who dealt with him more often.

"You are safe here, Sora. We only need to purge your blood of foreign influence. Activate that silver potential so you stop being a lowly slave to that disgusting Kaldreon wolf." Sora turned his face away, searching for a pocket of air in a room that felt increasingly cramped. He froze when he saw the figure standing stiffly near the steel door. Elior Vale was there. He wore a rigid black tactical uniform without insignia. But Elior’s eyes were hollow, clear of any emotion, moving mechanically according to the sensor transmissions in his ear. There was no recognition. No sympathy. Elior had been brutally reprogrammed into a mindless guard dog. *Vardan might be a bloodthirsty predator, but he