All Chapters of Bloodline Of The Black Throne : Chapter 41
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Ch. 41 — The Aftermath
Raf’s body was still warm when Adrian dropped him on the marble floor.A crooked angle of the neck, eyes stuck wide open in shock—like even in death he still couldn’t believe he lost.The room was quiet.Too quiet.Adrian wiped the blood off his knuckles, chest rising and falling slowly—not from exhaustion, but from restraint. He could feel the old instinct, the old monster, pacing under his skin like a caged panther.Raf had touched the lock.He had almost opened that cage.Adrian exhaled and turned away.The moment he stepped outside, the world shifted.Raf’s men—about fifteen of them—waited outside the mansion gates. They didn’t shoot. They didn’t even breathe too loud. The air around them was thick with fear and confusion.One of them, a tall, jittery guy with a shaved head, swallowed hard.“Boss… Raf—where is he?”Adrian looked at him with eyes too calm.“Gone.”A ripple went through the group. Some gasped. Some cursed. Some glanced around like the ghosts of their own decisions w
Ch. 42 — Street Kings Fear Himzy
By morning, the streets were whispering.Not gossip.Not rumors.Warnings.The kind that slither into alleyways, crawl under locked doors, and make grown men check behind them twice.A message passed from gang to gang, from dealer to dealer, spoken in low, shaky voices:“The Ghost is back.”Some said he was an assassin.Some said he wasn’t human at all.Some swore they saw him walk through gunfire untouched.But the people who knew—The old street kings—They stayed silent.Because they remembered something everyone else forgot:Adrian didn’t earn the name Ghost because he was unseen.He earned it because no one survived after seeing him.---At dusk, the city’s underbelly shifted like a living animal sensing a predator.Drug dens locked their doors early.Loan sharks canceled nighttime runs.Crew leaders moved business inland, avoiding street corners Adrian used to haunt.Even the police weren’t stupid—they patrolled in pairs, avoiding anything that looked like a war zone.No one wan
Ch. 43 — No Ambush Works
Night in the city usually carried a rhythm—cars, music, arguments, distant sirens.But tonight, the rhythm had a new beat.Hunting.Adrian felt it before it started.A pressure in the air.A silent ripple across the streets.Like the city inhaled sharply and held its breath.Stormbreaker had gone underground to set up safehouses. Adrian walked alone, hood up, hands in pockets, drifting through alleyways like a man with nowhere to be and nothing to fear.Three different crews were tracking him.He knew.He felt it.They weren’t working together—not intentionally.Each gang wanted to be the one who killed the Ghost and earned power, money, or reputation.They didn’t realize what they were stepping into.---First Ambush — The Alley of Rusted ChainsThe first trap sprung behind a warehouse district.He turned into a narrow alleyway lined with rusted chains and metal hooks dangling from fire escapes like execution ornaments.The moment his shoe touched the puddle in the center—Chains rat
Ch. 44 — The Whisper Network
Darkness had a language in the underworld.It didn’t speak through radios or meetings or official orders.It slithered through alleys, bars, supply houses, strip clubs, pawnshops, trap dens—carried by low voices and nervous glances.Tonight, that language had one subject.The Ghost.And the stories were growing faster than the bodies he left behind.---The First Whisper — A Bar Bathed in Blue LightIt started in a dive bar near the river.A place where the only rule was don’t bleed on the floor too much.Two dealers leaned close over a table sticky with old beer.Both jittery.Both shaken.“You hear what happened on Crane Street last night?” one whispered.The other scoffed. “Yeah, but that’s just stories. Nobody survives three hits in one night.”The first dealer leaned forward, voice trembling.“Nah, man. My cuz was there. He saw it. Said the Ghost moved like—like the bullets knew he was coming and tried to avoid him.”The second snorted. “Bullets don’t avoid people.”“Then explain
Ch. 45 — A Mafia Captain Takes Interest
---Rain hit the asphalt like scattered gunfire as the black sedan rolled into the dead-end street Adrian used as his temporary safe zone. It was nearly 2 a.m., a humid, heavy hour—too quiet, too slow, like the city itself was holding its breath.Adrian noticed the car before it turned the corner.He felt the shift in the air — a slight tension, a whisper of danger threading itself through the night.His instincts were never wrong now.He stood beneath a flickering streetlight, hood up, hands in pockets, as if he were just another shadow. But inside that stillness, every part of him was coiled, ready, aware.The sedan stopped.Four men stepped out.Not street thugs.Not local muscle.These men moved like professionals. Clean stances. Expensive shoes. Calm eyes.Mafia.Moretti’s emblem — a small silver lion pinned inside the coat — confirmed it.The tallest stepped forward. “Adrian Kade?”Adrian didn’t answer.“We’re here with a message,” the man continued. “Captain Moretti has been wa
CH. 46 — MORETTI’S WRATH
The bodies Adrian delivered weren’t just corpses.They were a declaration — one the entire underworld heard in a single night.And for Moretti, it was a humiliation.The moment he saw the butchered remains of his men dumped like garbage on his marble foyer, something in him snapped.“Activate everyone,” he growled.His voice was low, trembling with fury.“Everyone. I don’t care if they’re asleep, drunk, retired, or crippled. Drag them out. NOW.”Within an hour, the city felt different.Tighter.Colder.Paranoid.Like a fist slowly closing around an invisible enemy.---THE CITY HUNTS A GHOSTBy morning, Moretti’s entire network stirred like a disturbed hive.Cars rolled out in black convoys, engines rumbling like growls.Radios cracked with orders and panic.Guns were handed out like candy — pistols, shotguns, rifles, even a few military-grade toys that should’ve never touched civilian hands.Every alley became a checkpoint.Every rooftop a sniper nest.Every abandoned building a trap
Ch. 47 — Adrian’s Countermove
Moretti’s name spreads through the city’s underworld like infection, but Adrian moves faster—like the cure nobody asked for. The night after he returned the bodies of Moretti’s men, the streets feel different. Heavy. Watching. Waiting.Adrian doesn’t wait.He strikes.---1 — The Hunt BeginsThe first target is a supply hub hidden under a derelict textile warehouse. Moretti runs half his cash flow through it—guns in, narcotics out, laundered money slipping through like water.Adrian climbs the rusted side ladder as quiet as fog. His gloved fingers curl over the ledge, eyes scanning the inside through a cracked skylight. Below, two sentries smoke, joking about a woman one of them claims he’s sleeping with.They never see the shadow drop behind them.One arm slides around the first man’s throat. A twist. A thud.Before the second can inhale to scream, Adrian’s knife glides under his jaw, silencing him with a gentle, lethal whisper.The warehouse is his now.He moves through aisles stack
Ch. 48 — The City Trembles
For two nights straight, the city doesn’t sleep.It whispers.Dark alleys exchange rumors like contraband. Corner bars fall silent when certain names are mentioned. Police scanners crackle with sightings that never last more than a minute—shadows moving too fast, bodies found with precise, surgical injuries, fires that seem to ignite from nowhere.Everyone talks about the same figure.Some call him a vigilante.Others swear he’s a ghost.A few, the ones who’ve seen the results up close, whisper about something worse.A runaway experiment.A weapon the government lost track of.A monster wearing a man’s shape.No one knows the truth.But one thing becomes undeniable:No one ambushes the Ghost and survives.---1 — City Pulse on EdgeDetective Aria Vance stands on a rooftop overlooking the burnt skeleton of Moretti’s warehouse. Smoke still rises from the ruins, leaving a bitter taste in the air.Her partner, Delgado, steps beside her, shaking his head.“Three dead here, two at the docks
Ch. 49 — The Mafia Captain Falls
Rain slides down the windows of Moretti’s mansion like the sky is trying to wash the city clean. The estate sits at the top of the hill—white stone, armored gates, imported statues. A fortress dripping with arrogance.But tonight it feels small.Tonight it feels like a cage waiting to be cracked open.Inside, Moretti’s voice trembles as he shouts orders.“Double the guards! Put two men on every window! And someone get that damn thermal scanner working!”His lieutenants scatter like nervous rats. Everyone feels it—the pressure, the approaching end, the invisible presence stalking the mansion from somewhere in the dark.They know he’s coming.They just don’t know when.Or how.---1 — Snipers Don’t See Him ComingOn the roof, three snipers lie flat against the rain-soaked tiles, scanning the treeline. Their night-vision scopes glow faintly.“Nothing,” the first mutters.“That’s the problem,” the second replies. “When the Ghost is quiet, someone is already dead.”The third chuckles uneas
Ch. 50 — The Hidden Hand Revealed
The mansion behind Adrian still burns, flames chewing through Moretti’s empire like hungry wolves. Smoke curls into the storm-dark sky. Sirens scream somewhere far away — too late to matter.Adrian steps into the rain-soaked garden, boots crushing shards of glass and fallen plaster. The night is cold, but his veins feel hotter than the fire behind him.His phone vibrates.He already knows who it won’t be — Moretti was dead, Raf was dead, every thug who chased him was dead.But whoever is texting…They’re not just alive.They’re watching.He lifts the phone.“You’re finally where you should be.”The words punch through him harder than any fist. Something old stirs in his chest — a shadow of a memory that won’t fully form.Anger surges.He types with stiff fingers.“Who are you?”There’s no delay.“Someone who knew you before you knew yourself.”The wind shifts. Rain brushes his cheek like a ghost’s hand. Adrian stops walking.Behind him, the fire pops and cracks, but he barely hears it