Virgil Hawkins Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sigils blaze violently around its form, already recalculating, already escalating. This region resists correction, it announces coldly. Escalation authorized. The ground convulses. Pillars of light spear upward around us, boxing the Hunt in with surgical precision. Wolves slam into the barriers, snarling as invisible force throws them back. Ethan skids to a stop beside me. “That’s new.” Gravehowl emerges from the smoke behind us, colossal form coalescing fully now—fur bristling, eyes burning with savage delight.

His phone rang and he quickly answered it, curious to know what intel he was going to receive. It was Vixen, his trusted informant from the underground world of hackers and operatives. "You would not believe who got just got bailed from the slammer," Vivian said as soon as Black Hound answered her call. "Who?" Black Hound asked, curiosity gripping his voice, eager for details. "Mr. Wilson. Aggravated assault, public intoxication, and resisting arrest," Vivian said as she read from the hacked portal of the station. It was good news to Black Hound. It means there was more evidence to support his dismissal.

I shot at him, and he shook his head. "Animals are not human's, Wilde. Not my job," he said. "Does the hunter committee know you are here?" I asked him, and he grinned. "I do not answer to anyone, Oscar, and they know what your in-laws family had done," he said. "How are we sure that it wasn't rogues that did that? Vampires have rogues too." I pointed out. "Unfortunately, his skipping town indicates he is guilty. Besides, it is his job to keep all vampires in check." He pointed out, and I was angry at this guy. He just wanted to clear my pack and Linus' family.

I sigh, running my hand through my hair. "Can I see Grayson, please?" Malik looks stunned for a moment. "Right. Ah, he's in the Vengeance Pack right now. I'll let him know you're back." Finally, I follow Malik inside, who still is asking me relentless questions about where I've been the past five days. Honestly all I want to do is collapse my weak body into a bed, but I supplied Malik with the basics of my kidnapping. I left out details of the strange Huntsman named Cal from a Pack unknown. He told me to keep a secret, and at this time, I'm not jumping on the idea of selling him out. I mean, he's proved how good he is with a bow and arrow...

I asked, standing up and pulling Silas to his feet. "I’m the **Original-Draft**," the man said, tipping his hat. "The version of Aris Vance that he 'Deleted' when he decided to become a hero. I’m the 'Cynic' he didn't want you to see. And if you want to stop the 'Hard-Purge,' you’re going to have to help me **Hack the Administrator**." I looked back up. The "Hard-Purge" was coming down like a curtain of white fire, erasing the "Wireframe" world above us.

A cold voice spoke up, and even Everett stopped when he heard the voice. He looked at the figure in front of him. Everett looked unhappy but still did not want to give up. He spoke up once more, "Even you're stopping me, Skate? Don't you have a grudge against him too? You should be happy to see me help you kill him. Why would you do this?" "He's Skate Hawkins!" "Who's Skate Hakwins?" "He's an elite from Capital City's Hawkins family. I heard that he has been cultivating in the Hawkins' secret realm. Looks like he must be the other hidden martial lord powerhouse from Capital City's Eight Influential Families."

Was he going to take the call in private or let me listen? “Let’s hear it, Virgil. We don’t keep secrets from each other.” He told him. I smiled. “After Curtis woke up he ran out of the hospital. We are searching for him in the pack but be on alert in case he has left my territory.” Virgil sounded remorseful, “His elite training has been very useful to him.” “Thank you for letting us know,” Vance responded politely, “How was his overall health?” Virgil went silent. “Virgil, is there something that you don’t want us to know?” I asked this time.

He walked me back to the couches before he said, "He's not a psycho or anything. I promise." I sat down and so did he. "Do you remember that video you made during college?" Alec asked. I sat back on the couch to think for a moment and Alec did too. "Oh! Yeah! The promotional video that was posted on the school website to encourage more women to attend my private college." I said. Alec nodded in agreement before he said, "Well if you remember? That video went viral on I*******m. My master saw it as a suggested video that he may like because he donates funds to your private college."

"You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars." Wade Roberto's voice was laced with concern. "I mean…your Dad can be the founder and CEO of the great Hunter's Empire, but imagine the feeling of knowing that you turned a billionaire without Daddy's help." With that said, Wade Roberto dismissed Daisy Hunter. As she left, Wade Roberto crossed his legs on the mahogany and smirked. "Daisy Hunter will come around, I'm certain of it." He whispers to himself. Moments later…. Daisy Hunter is packing her bags to retire home.

Some of the contents spilled on my sneakers. GROSS. The crowd screamed in pleasure. “You were asking for my name? Its Viper and I fucking killed your father.” His pain filled eyes widened in shock and terror. “Have fun finding a donor before you die. Adios.” I smirked and walked away from his bloodied state. Jason had a proud smile on his face. “Marvelous, Viper.” Winking at him, I jumped out of the ring, winking at the men who had looked like they’ll murder me at any minute.