Zilla In Final Wars Novels & Stories

Johnny’s moods were infectious like that. “No shit? Read some of them to me?” Then he did, and I knew we had something special. An hour later I was rallying the troops, and by breakfast, me and Hank and Bobby were on our way back to the airport. The next time I visited my hometown, I’d be the lone survivor of that horrible show. The last of The Yellow Kings. Reggie, Hank, Bobby, and Johnny would be dead. ***

I stood up, making Zynia stop her words. “I’ll be back. Ravenous has started a war.” I said and walked out of the room. “Ohhh! Finally! It’s been ages since I tastes some blood.” I heard Zeke said but I ignored him. I’ll let Z take care of her son. ‘Is this another of Elon’s scheme?’ I asked as I stride up the staircase in my inhuman speed. I almost bumped on Nick at the front door, his eyes was wide open, his mind connecting to our fighters, too.

My wife's student, Talon Palmer, hired someone to stab me, leaving me critically injured. In six years as an attorney, my wife Audrey Taylor had never lost a case. Yet she stayed up all night compiling nearly a hundred pages of trial materials, all to prove Talon innocent. I stood in the doorway for six straight hours, torturing myself as I watched her work. Finally, I asked hoarsely, "Why?" She didn't even look up. "You accused Talon of being the other man. All he did was ask that thug to pretend to be his brother and scare you. Everything that happened afterward was the thug's own doing. It had nothing to do with Talon." I shook my head in disbelief. Hysterical, I rushed forward and tr

I asked. “It’s just a suggestion, Your Highness. But if they knew that you are now dating the most influential entrepreneur around the world, they must be doing their best to hide and clean all the evidence that they left,” he whispered. “But I’ll try to locate them, Your Highness, since the amount of the money they stole is huge and I can’t let them be happy while we are having a hard time because of the budget that they stole.” “Execute them right away, then burn their body using the gold fire,” I commanded. Gold flame differs from blue flame. The blue flame is for wizards while the gold flame is for werewolves that can kill them right away. For the vampires, it’s a silver flame.

"Why would I back down now? If he's up for a fight, I'll see it through to the end. Whatever Youcef thinks he's got up his sleeve, I'll settle our old scores myself!" True to his title, the Lord of War feared nothing, not even the enigmatic boss of the Jade-Crimson Alliance. "I knew you wouldn't listen to reason." Zane rose to his feet, his gaze drifting toward the horizon where the Black Hawk Nation lay, the sorrow in his eyes deepening by the second. By then, word of the eighteenth leader's demise must have rippled through the underworld. If the enigmatic boss was still kicking, he would probably have stepped out of the shadows.

Only the stoicism expected of a Dragonwolf. “Use the plasma, grant them a final mercy.” As the firing of blast staeves rang across the conquered entrenchment, Lieutenant Able Froster stood upon the opposite end of the hill they had just conquered. A dozen more hills lay empty and smoking, the banners of the fallen Eldraeci were removed as they were replaced by the draconic banner of the Zeraph Republic. If command was correct, this was their final mission. The war was indeed over.

Alina cooed in a comforting tone. I grimaced, "How do you know. There's no telling what I sent him into. I didn't think this through properly and he fucking agreed to this dumb idea. What have I done?" I ran ahead through my hair, tousling it further. "I can still feel him, his energy, so that means he's doing just fine. He's a fighter Zion. Unlike your mother, he was built for war. I hate to say it, but he stands a higher chance here so have faith in the odds." Her voice was so emotionless. The stoic expression masking her face seemingly odd. I knew it was because of the dark magic.

He pulled out two more silver stakes from under his trench coat and his eyes dated around, looking for threats. The threats never came. One by one, each of Jezelle's people either sheathed their weapons or dropped them where they stood. Michael, Zoe, and her contingent leapt into action to keep them at bay. James smiled. "Good choice," he said. "Now we can face the real problem; war with the Werewolves. Jezelle did a pretty damn good job of getting them riled up so I doubt that they'll be too receptive to peace talks. I'd say that we extend that olive branch anyways-"

Reply 'Accept' to confirm. I stared at the words Remains Recovery Unit for a long time. My fingers trembled faintly above the screen. The peacekeeping force was deployed to a battlefield halfway across the world. I would have no one for me there. No parents, no Sam, no Melissa. Only the eternal silence of the dead, and the smell of disinfectant in endless tents. In my previous life, I passed the selection too. But I gave it up in hopes of spending my life with that special someone.

So, for the first time in forever, I don’t know what to do. For a change, Zero broke out of the trance when Anne fell. He realized what he had done, picked up Anne, and disappeared. Zio tracked him and got to know he had returned to the North Forest Pack—the same pack which abandoned his mother centuries ago. He killed all the council dogs roaming around there in front of everyone and reclaimed his spot. Now, what is he up to? Zio doesn’t know and I don’t know either. But I know the council is about to go wage a war against the whole North Forest Pack. They will bring a whole Army of their puppets and then try to kill Zero. That’s something I have to stop.