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GRAVES. Código de Sangre.

Nathaniel "Nate" Graves, conocido en ciertos círculos sangrientos como "El Carnicero de Langley" o simplemente "Código 9", no quería volver. Tras ser quemado por la Sección Ómicron, una unidad gubernamental de "soluciones definitivas", su vida era humo barato y recuerdos peores que una resaca permanente. Pero cuando Vincent "El Cuervo" Crowe, un periodista de investigación con más enemigos que contactos (y eso es decir mucho), le suplica protección mientras intentan borrarlo del mapa por el "Expediente Cerberus", Nate sabe que su retiro se ha terminado. "¿Protegerte?", le espeta Nate, encendiendo un H. Upmann con manos que no tiemblan. "Cuervo, lo único que garantizo es que morirás cansado de correr." El Expediente Cerberus es una bomba: prueba la red de corrupción que une al Proyecto Sombras (asesinatos gubernamentales), Thorne Industries (explotación y contratos sucios), el violento Cártel de la Bahía (tráfico de todo lo imaginable) y policías y políticos hasta la médula podridos. Y el nombre de Nate está dentro, vinculado a la misión que lo convirtió en chivo expiario. Para limpiar su nombre (o vengarse con estilo), Nate necesita descifrar el Expediente y mantenerse vivo. Su único aliado estable es Vin, cuyo optimismo se limita a: "Buenas noticias, Carnicero: hoy solo nos quieren matar tres facciones distintas. ¡Progreso!". Pero la complicación tiene nombre, curvas y un juego peligroso: Seraphine Dubois, "El Ángel de Hierro". Esposa del magnate y político corrupto Darius Thorne, y amante de Nate. Su romance es pólvora mojada en whisky barato: pasión, celos tóxicos y la certeza de que ella comparte la cama de Thorne (y otros) para extraer secretos. "¿Te gusta mi vestido nuevo, querido?", le susurra Seraphine después de una cita con un juez comprado. "Es de seda italiana... y costó exactamente los detalles del próximo golpe de tu jefe contra los muelles. Una ganga, ¿no crees?" Nate lo sabe: Seraphine los usa a todos, y su información es un arma de doble filo. "Eres como un Upmann, Seraphine", le dice Nate en un raro momento de claridad. "Elegante, letal y condenadamente adictiva. Y sé que me matarás." Mientras la ciudad se desangra entre la codicia de Thorne, la brutalidad del Cártel de la Bahía liderado por Marta "La Dama" Rostova, la limpieza despiadada de Ómicron dirigida por el frío Director Vance ("El Archivista"), y la corrupción visceral del Comisionado Bell, Nate y Vin se adentran en el fango. Nate aplica su particular sentido del humor en medio del caos: "Disculpen el desorden", masculla después de dejar inconscientes a tres matones del Cártel en un club de striptease que sirve de fachada. "Pero su servicio al cliente era... mortalmente aburrido." Mientras Vin, revisando cámaras de seguridad hackeadas, comenta: "Mira el lado bueno, Código 9. Al menos la contaminación en el puerto oculta el olor a los que tú dejas atrás." La cacería es total. "La Jauría" de Ómicron, los sicarios del Cártel, los esbirros de Thorne y la policía corrupta de Bell quieren sus cabezas. Nate deberá usar cada gramo de su cerebro y cada gota de su brutal eficiencia para descifrar el Expediente, enfrentar la verdad sobre su pasado, decidir si Seraphine es su perdición o su salvación, y tal vez, solo tal vez, hacer justicia en una ciudad donde la corrupción es el único sistema que funciona. "Redención, Cuervo?", pregunta Nate mientras apunta a su siguiente objetivo, el humo de su Upmann dibujando una corona efímera sobre su cabeza. "Aquí lo único que se redime son las balas recicladas. Apunta y reza... o mejor, solo apunta." ¿Sobrevivirá Nate Graves lo suficiente para ver el Expediente Cerberus reventar en la cara de los poderosos? ¿O será solo otro nombre tachado en una lista interminable de bajas, fumando su último cigarrillo en el infierno que ayudó a crear? En esta ciudad, incluso la verdad huele a ceniza y tabaco caro... y tiene muy mal sentido del humor.
Ronnie_Praga · 743 Views

Return Of The Supreme Beast Tamer

"Isn't this the weak young master of the Valhalla family?" "Hahaha! I heard he only knows how to waste money... Completely useless." Another voice, dripping with false pity, chimed in. "Both his sister and brother are Tamers, strong ones at that. While him... the eldest... pathetic!!" The final word, spat out like a curse, hung in the air: "Useless!" In this world, where the bond with powerful Beasts dictated one's standing, where strength was synonymous with the ferocity and strength of your companion. Christopher Valhalla was an anomaly. He found solace not in the thrill of battle or the acquisition of monstrous power, but in the simple, fleeting joys of life. He enjoyed partying, clubs, and women. He offered no retort to the cruel rumors that trailed him like a shadow. Because, truth be told, a knot of fear tightened in his stomach at the mere sight of the majestic, often terrifying, creatures that others commanded. But every life, regardless of its perceived worth, eventually finds its end. For Christopher, it came not in the jaws of a wild Beast, nor in a duel he was ill-equipped for, but in the insidious grip of a rare and incurable sickness. Some days later his flame flickered and he died, leaving behind a void filled with the echoes of scorn. Yet, where one life ended, another began. In the silent stillness of Christopher's vacant shell, a new consciousness stirred. A soul, bearing the weight of unmatched power and a reputation that sent shivers down the spines of even the most formidable Tamers, had arrived. This was the Supreme Tamer, a legend whispered in hushed tones across the world, a force of nature who had inexplicably perished at the hands of betrayal. Given this unexpected second chance, the Supreme Tamer, now inhabiting the frail form of Christopher Valhalla, felt a strange sense of acceptance. He looked upon the unfamiliar yet familiar faces of his new family – the concerned worry etched on their features – and a flicker of something akin to kinship sparked within him. A silent vow formed in his mind, hardening into an unbreakable resolve. The rumors that clung to this body like a shroud would be torn away. And the five Master Tamers who had orchestrated his demise in his previous life… They would learn the true meaning of fear. Their betrayal would be answered, not with petty revenge, but with the full, terrifying might of the Supreme Tamer, reborn. The world was about to discover that "useless" could be the most dangerous disguise of all. _______ Author's word, This Books will remain free till it clock 100 Chapters! All I need from my loyal readers are: Interaction! Reviews! Comments!! Power stones!!!! And if you can... GIFTs!! 50 power stones, 50 Golden Tickets, Or 100 coins gift above: 3 Chapters. 100 Power Stones, 100 golden Tickets, Or 500 gifts above: 4 Chapters 200 Power stones, 200 golden Tickets, Or 1,000 gifts above: 5 Chapters. PS: Bonus Chapters will be release on Sunday, [WAT Time.] Release date: 10:00Pm. ___________ Check my other books! Solo Leveling: I Am The Only Supreme With The Cheating System. And Reborn With The All Seeing Eyes.
OP_Supreme · 177.7k Views

Return of the Sinful Devourer

Dropped but expect a new one. --- Since the dawn of time, there was Primality, the foundation of all existence. Then came Chaos, bringing destruction. And after Chaos emerged the Primordial, giving rise to countless lifeforms born from its endless creation. In time, Myth appeared, records etched by mortals, immortals, deities, and mortality. Stories of triumph, failure, divinity, and mortality. Then came the invasion, from beyond this universe. The Supreme Deities, the Heavenly Sages, and the Zenith of Mortality rose together to repel it, and they triumphed. But in their blindness, they overlooked what had already been born. From scattered myths that wandered the cosmos, abandoned and unclaimed, I emerged. A being formed not of flesh or soul, but from record. I gained sentience from myth. Knowledge from myth. Emotions from myth. And from myth... I inherited desire. The desire to be whole. So I devoured, relentlessly. Consuming all myth, growing ever stronger. Until even the Supreme Deities, Heavenly Sages, and the Zenith of Mortality were forced to strike me down. They sealed my power and cursed me to an endless cycle of reincarnation, hoping to erase me through time. But I endure. I am The Harbinger. And I will awaken again... To devour everything. To become complete. --- Author notes. Read at your own risk. This story contains extreme gore, actions, and sexual contents that are truly morally questionable. Read at your own risk as I have no intention of changing anything. People below the age of 18, please do yourself a favor and don't read it. If you may do. Do so discreetly. Thanks for understanding.
Whistfuldreams · 40.3k Views