Novel & Cerita Vigilante Oc

****TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains possibly triggering aspects, please be mindful of your own mental health before reading**** By the time they finished visiting the last of the Bura facilities Vic was so exhausted the steady rocking motion of the car was making her eyelids heavy. As her body began to relax back into the seat she was jerked from her impending slumber when Rowan kicked the bottom of her foot, “stay awake,” he barked and Vic rolled her eyes as she sat up, folding her arms over her chest. Volkov had insisted that Vic ride back with Rowan, Max, and Rocco alone and while she wasn’t opposed to the situation the seating arrangements had left her with Rowan and Max sitting di

Jasper Vicente would be startled at every sudden loud noise and his eyes would follow the person intently, as if constantly gauging whether the person meant harm to him or not. Still, he showed a smile when he saw Hera. It was like seeing warm sunshine after a long rain. Hera couldn’t bring herself to ask him what had happened. She didn’t want him to recall his horrible experiences. But then Jasper suddenly blurted out that the mission was rigged. Although the plan was meticulously made, all of a sudden, reinforcements came too late. It was only luck that he even survived and was intact with only bullet wounds all over his body. Hera wasn’t sure if this was his PTSD talking. But she still to

He was more like the Dwayne Johnson of the town. "Speak to me mate!" He ordered, his voice bossy and cold, almost dead emotionally. They were both his companions in his sheriff town, always keeping an eye out and Rapidfire has been not a major problem but one of their greatest problems. He at first never wanted to intrude in the deals Rapidfire is into because the vigilante was helping them in killing what he hates the most, vampires. But the sudden outburst that happened last night causing chaos in the middle of his town put peoples lives in danger, civilians could get attacked my the creatures or worst.

her mother, Susan, asked. "Multiple sites. Some on-pack territory, some in allied locations. The fewer people who know all the locations, the safer everyone is." I looked out at my pack. "I won't lie to you. This is dangerous. But we've faced worse. We survived a Council conspiracy, a coalition war, and European Alpha interference. We'll survive this, too." "What do you need from us?" Patricia Lowell spoke up from the elder section. "Vigilance. If you see anything suspicious, strangers watching the territory, unusual activity near borders, anything, report it immediately." I paused. "And I need volunteers. Wolves are willing to train specifically for anti-Hunter combat. This is a dangerous d

"Although I don't want to admit it, you are right, just like you, I don't think they forget about us so easily, even less in your condition as an omega, even more so that there have been several problems in which we have been involved, but right now we have no possibility of investigating further unless we return to the city. "No Dominieck, I'm not saying that we will precisely investigate him regardless of what happens is something that will have to be done whether we want it or not, what I mean is that we must be extremely careful with each of our movements, today more than ever and not trust ourselves too much because the truth we do not know what we are facing, we are practically blind.

He laid him in front of the old and dilapidated seventy-five mm silver screen. It was poetic, Kane thought. Here was a spectacle worthy of a screen that would never light up again. Kane then tied him to a pillar. He went out to the hover-board he had rented from the black market, and pulled out rolls of garbage bags. Back inside, he dragged an old piece of broken furniture to block the only entrance. He then proceeded inside the dark theatre. The overseer propped up on the pillar at one corner of the screen like a rag doll just as he had left him. He stripped him naked and squeezed his clothes in a garbage bag. He tied him down and stuffed a cotton sock in his mouth. He then proceeded to cov

A cup of coffee sat in front of him, untouched and probably cold. "You said it was important." "It is." He leaned back, studying her with an intensity that made her want to look away. But she held his gaze, refusing to be the first to break. "What do you know about the Sentinel?" The question threw her. "The vigilante? Only what everyone knows. Someone's been taking down gang operations across the South Side for the past two years. The police can't catch him. The gangs are terrified of him." She frowned. "What does that have to do with—"

Vigilant. Reports came in as the night advanced. Small cells of rogue elements attempting to exploit distraction. Mira dispatched her forces with precision. Patrols adjusted. Supply lines monitored. Every potential threat accounted for. The twins pulsed stronger with every observation. Their presence within her was both shield and weapon, guiding thought, guiding body, guiding decisions faster than the eye could follow.

snapped Prestige. “Calm down!” said Vicktor. “Calm down? Calm down!! You guys will shout at me for not solving your cases. But how will I solve it if you yourself destroy evidence, kill witnesses,” said Prestige. “You can ask Sev. He has had a run-in with the vigilantes,” said Michelangelo. “Really? This idiot only saw five vigilantes jumping and running and kicking ass like ninjas. They were dressed in black and at night nothing was visible to him. He was more concerned about saving his hide than looking for evidence,” chided Prestige.