هجوم مضاد Novels & Stories

Charli install a bomb inside the hotel, within 2 hours I need to finish my mission because if I failed, I would explode into pieces along with those people who stayed here in the Hotel. When those Indian boys disappeared in my sight, my face automatically turned into dark and serious aura when I also realized that I am in front of my guest’s Room, which is Mr. Chen, a Chinese Businessman, and my target. I continued walking towards the door when someone blocked my way that made me stopped. It is his Bodyguards.

"There is nothing we can't handle. We are the best warriors in this part of the world, remember?" The footsteps grow louder, so does the growl, even more insistent. "Maybe we should just stay here," Kenny suggests, a tremor in his voice. "And let whatever it is come to us?" Jordan retorts. "No. We'll face it head on." Woa. I didn't know Jordan was so brave. Braver than Kenny. His weight sends anyone who looks at him the opposite message The growl comes again, and this time, I can hear the sound of claws scraping against the ground.

I had to go there. ******* The guards tried to stop me but with all the frustration I'd been feeling, I didn't think twice before lashing out in anger. The sound of my fist colliding against their flesh did nothing to ease away the pain of guilt and anger in my guts. I wanted to obliterate everyone in my path, and that was exactly what I did. I held nothing back and as the men I fought with lay on the ground, groaning in pain, while some lay unconscious, I stepped past them towards the house that looked all too familiar.

I said quickly. Uncle Amos, my mother’s youngest stepbrother and a commander in the Mancini Pack. "Please, Uncle, I need your help." "I’m always willing to help. Go on, dear." Tears pricked at my eyes. "The Mancini Pack won against Risemoon. We’re captives now. Please, Uncle… you’re a commander here. Help us escape. Help us get to the border." There was a pause. "Ivy…"

Straight toward her. Her eyes widened. She couldn’t move fast enough. But an arm blocked the blow before it could connect. A hand gripped the attacker’s wrist mid-swing, twisting until the boy howled in pain. The courtyard stilled for a moment as everyone registered who had stepped in. Damian Cole. His voice was low, dangerous. “Hit someone your size.” The boy cursed, tried to swing again, but Damian shoved him back with one brutal strike to the chest. The attacker stumbled, tripping over the curb. Silence fell before noise erupted again, louder, wilder.

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

Hamza snorted and replied, "Although I don't want Adrian to win, I'm not someone who argues for the sake of it. Facts are facts, and I won't deny that Adrian's combat power is above Malachy's. This is something I won't deny." This honesty was Hamza's most commendable trait. Meanwhile, the battle in the ring raged on and had reached an intense level. Adrian's eyes took on a cold, electrifying gaze, signaling that he was about to make his move. He shouted sharply and suddenly threw a punch, "Hah!" The moment Adrian unleashed a fierce punch, Malachy saw an opening and launched his own attack, aiming to exploit what he perceived as a weakness in Adrian's defense. He hoped to defeat Adrian with a

“DRE! PLEASE! I’M BEGGING YOU—” And then, She stopped. Her head snapped toward me. Our eyes locked. And something in her changed. Not fear. Not desperation. Hatred. Pure. Burning. Unfiltered hatred. “LAUREN!” she screamed. And before anyone could react, she broke free. Fast. Wild. Unpredictable. She lunged. Straight at me. I didn’t even have time to move. “Lauren!” Dre shouted But it was too late. Her leg came first.

Too fast. Adrian fired. The shot missed by millimeters. The attacker slammed into him, sending them both crashing to the floor. Adrian grunted, breath knocked out of him as they grappled, fists and elbows blurring. “Adrian,” I screamed. I lunged forward, pain flaring through my body as adrenaline shoved it aside. Another attacker moved to intercept me. “No,” I growled. Something surged. Not the old network. Not command. Resolve. The air between us felt thick, charged. The attacker hesitated for half a second, like they’d hit unexpected resistance.

But that makes ADAM so angry he used light magic : the white beam {unleash a wave of light and destroyed all things around the user in a cercle of 1km}, he managed to destroy AHMET copy. AHMET managed to dodge it and he thought about {what made his attack work }then he realized that the absolute speed can win against the absolute defense. AHMET for the first time he activated the electric magic and he used a technique called the thunder rage [a thunder descended from the sky and hit him directly and his body's aura changed to an electric ⚡️ sparks]{this technique is so dangerous it gives the user the absolute speed for 10 minutes but when the time ends he become paralyzed for 10 minutes} for