The bullet, fired by Jared’s soldier, whizzed menacingly towards my face.My obedience to my family was unshakable, yet beneath this facade, a storm of pent-up anger raged, fostered over years of strict obedience. My usual outlet was training, but now, an alternative path for release presented itself.Swiftly, I shifted my head to the right, narrowly evading the bullet's deadly trajectory. My voice, a thunderous command, broke the tense air. “Kill them all,” I bellowed.Instantaneously, my followers, skilled and stealthy, drew their concealed weapons. Even the nurse took out her handgun. The sound of multiple gunshots was almost heard as one big sound. They unleashed a barrage of gunfire on the ten assailants, their movements so rapid and precise that it defied human capabilities. Within a mere three seconds, all of Jared's men lay lifeless, each succumbing to a fatal headshot.The village, once bustling and alive, plunged into a stunned silence.A sly smile crept across my face. Xand
The relentless sound of gunfire echoed incessantly, blending into the backdrop of chaos. Steve, alongside his fellow snipers, maintained their positions in hidden and well protected, their faces contorted into grins as they fired. Amidst their laughter, they faced a band of local terrorists, untrained and clumsy, which to them felt no more strenuous than a daily exercise.The air was thick with tension, the smell of gunpowder and fear intermingling as bullets zipped through the air. Steve and his comrades, skilled and unyielding, effortlessly took aim at the approaching enemy trucks from far away. With precision, they targeted the heart of the machines – the engines and fuel tanks – causing fiery explosions that rendered the vehicles useless.The remaining terrorists, now on foot, dashed towards the village from far away. But in the open field, they were nothing but easy targets, lambs to the slaughter.I stood there, a wry smile playing on my lips. Even if they sent a hundred men, I
As I focused intently, I felt the surge of werewolf power melding with my own, a mere 20% infusion making my speed faster. The world around me shifted, their movements stretching into a surreal slow-motion ballet. With this heightened perception, I struck one assailant squarely in the face, my other hand swiftly pulling at the other arm, unbalancing him with ease. My leg then arced up in a fluid motion, delivering a sharp kick to another's chin.Their screams and yells echoed hollowly, calling for someone to capture me, but my movements were a blur, too rapid for their eyes to follow. In the span of a mere 30 seconds, nearly all had been rendered unconscious, leaving only Ethan standing.“I will not lose my money,” Ethan roared, his voice guttural as he transformed into a full werewolf. He lunged at me with ferocious speed, but I nimbly sidestepped his attack.His brute strength was formidable, yet it was futile against my agility. Each of his attacks was a miss, sliding off me like w
Bianca and I sat tucked away at a softly illuminated table in the neighborhood bar, the air thick with the aroma of inexpensive local cigarettes, beer, and the murmur of nearby conversations. The ambiance was enhanced by the strains of local music filtering in through multiple open windows, carried by the gentle breeze."You've changed a lot, Aurora," Bianca observed, her fingers casually wrapped around a beer bottle. She took a leisurely sip, her eyes studying me over the rim."Really?" I echoed, mirroring her action with my own bottle, its familiar, bitter taste grounding me in the moment. In this small village, choices of drinks were limited, but this beer didn't feel too bad."The way you stand now, there's no trace of weakness, only confidence," she continued. "You used to be like a frightened rat, skittering about, lacking any semblance of self-assurance.""People change, I suppose," I murmured, a wave of sadness washing over me. My thoughts drifted to Xander. Was he still alive
My legs trembled with lingering weakness, yet I mustered the strength to move out, supported by Edward. Together, we stumbled out of the bar into the cool night air. Fingers trembling with a mix of anger and determination, I pulled out a handgun. My heart pounded with a fury I couldn't contain. I was resolved to find her, to end this."Where did the girl go?" Edward's voice was tense as he questioned one of his men on outside."She went that way, around that tree, I believe. Seemed like she was drunk," replied a guard nonchalantly, his attention more on the cards in his hands than our urgent query."Take me there," I implored Edward, my voice a mere whisper in the night.Under the ethereal glow of the moon, our shadows stretched long and distorted as we navigated through the darkness. The night air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint aroma of pine from the surrounding woods. The sounds of the night were abruptly pierced by a heart-wrenching cry, a sound so filled with
In the dimly lit room, I stood, absorbing the cacophony of voices and the hurried shuffling of feet, the atmosphere charged with tension. Bianca's words from the afternoon reverberated in my mind.“Jared was very hard to kill,” Bianca had said, her voice laced with frustration. “We've sent about five assassins after him, but all we've managed is to eliminate his doubles. He's more of a coward than you can imagine, always hiding. That's why it took us three months to track him down, dismantling his hideouts one by one. The last place is here, and we're launching our final attack tomorrow. But there's always the fear he'll slip away again.”As I recalled her words, the clamor around me grew louder. The crowd was a storm of movement and noise, their shadows dancing on the walls as they tried to break through the door. In response, I withdrew the serum I had been safeguarding and, with a sense of resignation, injected it into my arm.Suddenly, the door broken, and I was engulfed by a sea
As I darted away, weaving along the road, a sense of urgency fueled my steps. I was acutely aware of the guards in pursuit, but my focus shifted abruptly as a series of explosions erupted behind me.The guards, who had been steadily advancing in their vehicle, were jolted by the unexpected chaos. The sound of the blasts reverberated through the air, sending shockwaves of confusion and fear. One guard, his voice laced with panic, shouted to his comrade, "Explosions behind us, vice leaders! We might be under attack by Edward’s group!"The vice leader, caught in a whirlwind of shock and confusion, weighed his options. His loyalty to Jared was questionable since that was only based on fear and money, as the threat looming behind them posed a dangerous dilemma. His heart pounded in his chest; he and his people might die if attacked from behind. After a tense moment, he made his decision, his voice resolute yet tinged with uncertainty, "Handle the incoming attack, turn back now!"I had anti
“When did you last see him?” Mrs. Collins asked me, her voice laced with a curious undertone.“Eight months ago…” I murmured. The words felt heavy, like an anchor in my heart. It seemed like a very long time ago, yet every memory of those days was as vivid as if it had been only yesterday.Mrs. Collins' eyes softened, a warm smile gracing her features. “Then Alex is still among the living,” she said gently. “He came to me about four months ago. On the very day you visited in the afternoon, he was here in the morning. I’ve always wondered, didn’t you two cross paths?”At her words, a surge of emotions overwhelmed me, and tears cascaded down my cheeks uncontrollably. “Is he really still alive?” I choked out, disbelief and hope warring within me.“Yes, he is,” Mrs. Collins affirmed, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. Her touch was like a balm, easing the turmoil within me.The relief was immense, like a burdensome rock being lifted from my heart. Yet, in its wake, a torrent of tea