We Beat The Streets Novels & Stories

Every word was a whip-lash against Viggo's soul. "She is my long-lost treasure," Aldric continued. "And you threw that treasure away like trash." He stood over Viggo, looking down at him. "This is your only warning. Dawnlight City is not for you. Any attempt to approach Nyxia or her unborn pups will be considered an act of war against the entire Southern collective." Viggo wanted to argue, but in front of this legendary Alpha, all his power and status meant nothing. "You think your Blackridge pack is strong?" Aldric sneered. "Before me, your entire pack is nothing but insects. If you dare harm a single hair on my daughter's head again, I will wipe your pack from existence."

We took the back door. I brought a baseball bat while he had the pry bar I had found before. I thought the bat was a better weapon for me—longer reach, for one thing. We waited, watching through the gap until we found an opening, then charged at every sicko nearby. I struck their sides and legs to keep them from moving, while Mark struck their brains out. We already knew hitting them in the head kept them dead. When the path was free, we pressed on through the streets. There was a horde gathered four blocks away. When it seemed they hadn't noticed us, we took the opposite way.

Bella walked down the street heading toward the late night bus. She walked all the way home when she missed the bus. Checking her clock, she had two minutes to get to the end of the street. She’d worked faster tonight, and getting the bus seemed to be in her favour. The shops were all closed up, and several teenagers were lurking around. Many of the people on the street were smoking and drinking. She ignored them all as she made her way to the bus stop.

“I didn’t know you could fight like that? “said Mika, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “Well what can I say? Growing up in the rough streets of Joburg. You eventually learn how to walk, talk and fight like all kids from the ghetto. I was once attacked by a group of innocent looking men. They wore classic blazers, you could swear they owned businesses as in large corporates.” I said.

Luna dressed as usual in the morning to go to the office. She didn't show any signs that she was pregnant or anything other than a face that kept on shining brightly. Luna even smiled when a bum bumped into her, who was holding a Tumblr filled with pregnant women's milk until half of its contents were scattered on the street. "Oh, sorry. I'm sorry," said the homeless woman, "Are you hurt? And… oh, sorry again, I ruined your breakfast. I am a fool!”

Together, we stepped onto the desolate streets, our footsteps swallowed by the decaying asphalt beneath us. Hell's Gaze, a name that sent shivers down the spines of average citizens, was an embodiment of destitution and despair. The houses stood like skeletal remains, their crumbling facades a reflection of the souls that inhabited them. Stray dogs scavenged for morsels among the debris that littered the streets, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that mirrored the desperation of the community.

The streets were bubbling with people busy streets and street lights which reflected the city at night. It was filled with so much noise, the running of motor vehicles to the shouting of commercial man and women haggling the prices of varying goods. It was quite a “wonder world.” It may not have been beautiful but was a sure reflection that we’d soon conquer. I surveyed the streets, it was almost totally vacant. A man was being bullied, beaten by two soldiers, he continued pleading that they spare his life but they just intensified their beating. “Wetin you dey look?" asked one of the soldiers rudely staring me.

The cold bit harder outside, sharp enough to sting the raw edges of my anger. I shoved my gloved hand deeper into my coat pocket, the corruption beneath the fabric throbbing like a second heartbeat. The streets here weren’t streets—just alleys strung between leaning buildings, their walls pockmarked with bullet holes and graffiti that read like obituaries. Burn the Cursed. Silver Pays. I kept my head down, my boots crunching over ice and things better left identified.

By my side, I’ll swallow all of my pride Your love is so sweet, it knocks me right off my feet Yeah, yeah Can’t explain why your lovin' makes me so weak

Caleb dropped a new file on Emma’s desk and she gave it a skeptical look. He grinned. “Don’t worry. This one is for real. We got a tip of a possible drug ring running out of Brooklyn. I got permission for our first stake-out, tonight.” As he was talking, she flipped through the file, looking it over, quickly. “It’s thin. I’m surprised you got approval.” He shrugged. “You have to start somewhere, right?” “Why wait until tonight?” She looked up at him. “Why not go now?”