Vigilante Oc Novelas e Histórias

I arrange the class for all the maids in my mansion, because again, there are so many talented people in my house, and loyalty with me as their lord. I head out to my office, as I check the daily reports. Daniel is here, for a long time I don’t meet my mentor. If I shake hand with Walton family, Victor shakes hand with Black Veil group, and they attack our Diamond group. Daniel comes to discuss with me about that struggle. I gather a group of vigilantes who believe in taking justice into their own hands to protect their community. Many people see them as outlaws. The police and government hunt them, but they prove useful when official channels fail.

Changing topics was clearly Dahlia’s attempt to dispel the sadness in her heart, so I went by it. “Yes. It first came to our knowledge during the peace talks with the Vampire clan. This particular week, the vigilante attacks had been more active, and they left more traces for us too.” That’s right. The vigilante killings were highly suspicious. If they were a secret group, I expected them to do their killings with more precision, but they had been sloppy. Numerous letters and the traces of their scents have been discarded at the scenes of the crimes. It was as if they were begging to be caught...

"Victor wants war? We bring it to him. We find him first. We end this. Permanently." "With what army? The Iron Wolves are scattered—" "Then we rebuild. Fast. Dirty. Whatever it takes." Damien looked at Cassidy. "You in?" "Bull would want Victor dead. So yes. I am in." Arnold hesitated. Then nodded. "Officially, I cannot support vigilante justice. Unofficially?" He handed Damien a file. "Victor's known associates. Last confirmed locations. Communication intercepts. Everything we have." "You are risking your career—"

Marcus asked, just to confirm. "I want them inside. I want them confident. I want them thinking they're winning." Alaric watched the tactical display as red blips....Vigil operatives moved deeper into the estate. "Then we close the doors. And we destroy them." *** Archer's POV The Vigil breached the fence like they'd trained a thousand times. Black tactical gear. Supernatural combat specialists. Armed with silver weapons. Fey-forged ammunition. Everything designed to kill werewolves. Archer was waiting for them.

My gaze was sharp enough to send chills down anyone's spine. "And that alone is enough for me." The man stared at me in horror. For the first time, he realized the rumors were true. I was a devil in human skin... a heartless, merciless predator. And once I decided someone was a threat, they either disappeared... or learned to live in fear. I walked back to the couch and sat down. "Take him out of my sight." My voice carried irritation while my expression was indifferent. The bodyguards immediately grabbed the trembling man.

he stated. "Sure, you can trust me," I knew from the start that there will be eyes on me and who would be watching all my movements but that's why thieves exist to challenge the police to make them realise that their arrangements aren't enough. And here I'm Olivia Vitalio who is going to get her information by staying right under the nose.

he asked. Glaring at Jeremy, she snatched the bowl of bloody water off the table. She didn’t address him. If she spoke, she’d give too much away, though her silence was likely doing so already. His questions were a double-edged sword, and there was no way she’d win this battle. Better not to engage. “The Rogue is one of our top enemies. He’s a troublemaker for all packleaders. The houses may be convenient, but it’s not worth the chance of getting mixed up with the likes of that bastard vigilante,” he added.

“But this is your last opportunity, Morano. Your absolute final chance. You and Celine, you go back into witness protection, you abide by every single rule to the letter, or I can’t help you anymore. If mercenaries or mafia or whoever grab you next time, tough titty snarf snarf. I will have no choice but to impeach you for obstruction.” "Understood." "I mean it. No more vigilante operations. No longer will you try to end this yourself. You let us do our jobs. You rely on the system to keep you safe.” I nodded but we both knew the promise was an empty one. If someone threatened Celine, if they made back to come after people I loved, I would do anything necessary. Rules be damned. Chen likely

"Not according to supernatural law. Vampires argue they're protecting Jamie from federal acquisition. Guardian can't prove vampire custody is worse than letting him stay vulnerable to Chrysalis. So officially, they're not helping." "Unofficially?" Damian asked. "I need you. Your tactical experience, your tracking capabilities, your willingness to operate outside official channels. Help me find my son and bring him home before vampires move him somewhere we'll never find him." Damian looked at me. "I have to help him." "I know." "But we're not done with our conversation." "I know that too." He started gathering weapons. Guardian issued firearms, consciousness disruption equipment, tracking de

I grabbed onto his wrist, trying to scratch him, but he wore long sleeves and my attempts to hurt him were futile. He ripped off my cap with his free hand. "What'd you hear? And why'd you run away? You think I'm going to let you report me?" he spat. The man behind him pulled out a long silver pocket knife and pointed it at me. "I didn't hear anything," I managed to choke out. "Then why'd you run?" "I… I shouldn't be here…" I answered, stammering my words. Whether it was the fear or the pain I didn't know, but my eyes stung as I faced this group of vigilantes.