Warlords Ruin Imprisoned Mga Nobela at Kwento

And always, in the distance, mountains rose like jagged teeth against the grey sky. The North. Colin's territory. Where everyone hated my bloodline and the summit would either save me or destroy me completely. Through the carriage window, I watched Ares ride ahead on his black stallion. His posture was perfect, commanding, every inch the king he'd stolen his crown to become. Luciana rode beside him on a white mare, her bandaged throat on display like a badge of honor. And I was locked in my carriage, the forgotten prisoner, carrying secrets that could burn down everything.

And now he is gone. I sigh, pressing two fingers against my temple, trying to stop the burn building behind my eyes. “Alright,” I mutter. “Send me everything by morning. I’ll call you once I’ve looked at it.” Andy’s voice is gentle now. “Okay, Boss.” We hang up. I stand in the quiet wine hallway, cold despite the heat of the evening. So Raven Co. and Mathieu are deciding to be partners? But those bastards… they set him up.

She glowed as bright as the angry sun on the hottest day as she walked through the fields of her enemies and cackled in her witchy way as she laid them all to waste. Dreadful and beautiful, the oldest of warlocks bowed down before Tessa in reverence as they witnessed her carnage. The Queen of Ruin returned, and even the devil himself feared her. He squinted through the flames and black smoke as he followed her and her beasts through the field of war-torn bodies until he noticed a familiar form on horseback in the distance. At that moment, he understood what it all meant.

I threw the stack of cash on his table and that act caused the dealer to look up, his leg crossed on the table in front of him. “Look who we have here,” he said, a smirk forming on his face. I wished to fucking wipe it off his face. “The mighty Zayn Santiago. To what do I owe this pleasant visit?” He asked, trying to pretend he didn't fucking know why I was here and it infuriated the hell out of me. “I want the crystals,” I said plainly, getting straight to the point, not wanting to spend a second more than needed in this goddamn place. “Oh right,” he laughed. Pulling open one of the drawers attached to the table. “We got some new stuff. You'd definitely like this one,” He threw a sealed bag

I bit my lip hard to conceal my itching fist. He's dating Zayne and he still talks bullshit like this. I came at him angrily without thinking, my fist landed on his iron jaw. I got back the shock. “Ow, what's with your face?” It was like I'd punched steel. Pain shot through my knuckles before fear finally caught up with me. I looked up first and regretted it. Those eyes were different now. The gold ring was gone, just pale grey. Empty and glaring. It was then I knew I'd fucked up big time, punching the guy who controls your roster.

He was always half-wound, like he expected war at any second. He was a man built for violence but starving for silence. I sank onto the edge of the bed. “Why are you really here?” I asked and got no reply. When I woke the next morning, the tablet was beside my bed with a new message on the screen. Me: Try to run again, and next time I won’t stop you. You’ll be allowed to go out once the coast is clear if you want die then try escaping I stared at the screen. Then threw the blanket over my face and cursed into the silence.

"No. No! This can't be happening to me!" Lucas yelled, his voice filled with panic. Although he had been the CEO, that didn't change the fact that he had looted from the company. If they dug deeper, they would find out. And if they found out, they would seize all his assets. Right on cue, the car halted in front of his mansion. He stormed out of the car, ignoring the greetings from the household staff. "I'm ruined. Damn it, Violet! I'll make you pay," Lucas swore under his breath as he marched toward Josephine's personal room.

I was full fear and guilt. “Stop feeling bothered now. At least everyone is safe,” Xenoah uttered trying to reassure me. I was now back to reality. “What happened to her?” I asked, suddenly remembering the woman who ruined everything for my wife and I. “Jail,” he simply answered. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she wouldn’t be able to get out there,” he added that made me breathe in relief. “Thanks. I don't think I can handle everything just by myself. Good thing you're there,” I sincerely said.

The other rogue assassin worked as a cleaning service. The two rogue assassins had been working in the prison for a month. There was a lot of information they had that helped my plan that night. The warriors in the prison were busy playing chess and mobile phones, ignoring us because they saw that we were wearing the warden's uniform. They were so careless. No wonder Alpha Andrew had experienced bad things for the past two months. Warrior Johan was sleeping. The other three cells were empty, and Beta Lyra guarded the door. I would have woken the man up without feeling afraid, but my heart couldn't lie; it was beating fast with anxiety.

She looked so perfectly protected. But as Ren closed his eyes, he didn't see his beautiful wife. He saw the Scourge Elite holding the VIP. He saw the terrified laborer behind the monster's mask, fighting a hopeless war against an invincible, invisible enemy. Ren Walker, the legendary Wraith, the undisputed king of the Vanguard server, bowed his head against the edge of the sofa and wept silently in the dark. The Golden Cage was perfectly secure. And he was completely trapped inside it.