Bloodline Of The Black Throne

Ch. 7 — A City That Wants Him Dead

The woman’s voice still echoed in Adrian’s ears even after she disappeared back into the storm.

“You told me to find you… if everything went wrong.”

Everything had gone wrong.

And whatever he’d told her—whoever she was to him before the explosion—she had vanished into the night as quickly as she’d come, leaving only a whisper of perfume and fear behind.

Now Adrian stood alone again.

Alone in a city that no longer just hunted him.

A city that wanted him dead.

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The First Signal

It began with the sirens—three long wails from somewhere high above the rooftops. Not police. Not emergency responders.

A signal.

A call.

The city’s underworld recognized it instantly.

And Adrian felt the ripple of danger pulse outward like a heartbeat.

Within seconds, phones buzzed inside backrooms.

Encrypted messages chimed in mercenary group chats.

Old burner devices lit up in gang territory.

A single directive spread like lightning:

“Kill Adrian Kelevra on sight.”

The name felt foreign, even to Adrian.

A label on a past he couldn’t fully remember.

He leaned against a graffiti-stained wall in the shadows of a deserted street, forcing his breath to steady, scanning both ends of the alley. His ribs hurt. His forearms were cut. His burns throbbed.

But his instincts—whatever they had become—were sharper than ever.

A light flickered above him.

And then—

Another ripple.

A shift in the air.

He wasn’t alone.

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Betrayal #1 — The Gunrunner

A metal garage door rolled upward just down the block. Adrian recognized the place—though he didn’t know how he recognized it. It was a weapons workshop: Mateo’s Gun Shop. An old ally… or so the ghost of memory told him.

Mateo stepped out, muscular and grease-stained, holding a toolkit.

Then he saw Adrian.

His eyes widened—not with worry.

With fear.

He stepped back slowly. “Adrian… you shouldn’t be here.”

Adrian limped toward him. “Mateo… I need help. Someone’s framing me. Someone blew up the compound—”

Mateo flinched. “I got the message.”

Adrian froze. “What message?”

Mateo swallowed. His hand trembled.

“Every syndicate. Every gang. Every merc in the city. They all got it.”

He hesitated.

“Even me.”

Adrian looked into his old friend’s eyes and saw conflict—the kind that tears a man apart.

“Please,” Adrian said quietly, “don’t do this.”

Mateo’s jaw clenched.

Then he whispered, almost ashamed:

“If I don’t turn you in… they’ll kill my family.”

Adrian’s throat tightened.

He didn’t remember Mateo’s kids.

Didn’t remember their faces.

But guilt punched him anyway.

Before he could speak, Mateo stepped back and pressed a button on his belt.

A steel door slammed shut behind Adrian.

A cage.

A trap.

Then Mateo whispered, “Run. Before they arrive.”

And he slammed the garage door shut.

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The Wolf Packs Arrive

Adrian turned.

Shadows poured into the street—fast, coordinated.

Three groups:

Syndicate scouts on motorbikes.

A mercenary duo with suppressed rifles.

And a gang of street hunters armed with machetes, bats, knives.

Their eyes gleamed with greed.

One man shouted, “Five million credits for his head!”

Another spat, “We bring him alive. Ten million.”

Adrian’s pulse spiked.

His instincts snapped awake.

Go. Now.

He sprinted down the street just as bullets shredded the air behind him.

He dove behind a dumpster. A bike roared past him. Adrian thrust out his arm, clotheslining the rider. The bike skidded, crashing into the curb, sending the man flying into a storefront window.

Glass exploded.

More gunfire.

Adrian rolled, hiding behind a broken car, then sprinted again. A mercenary fired from a rooftop—Adrian felt the bullet before it left the barrel, the danger screaming through him like lightning.

He moved before he understood why.

The bullet cracked the pavement where he had been a split second earlier.

Adrian didn’t breathe.

He felt.

He moved again—instinct first, thought second.

He leapt up a fire escape ladder, boots slamming metal, climbing fast.

The mercenary on the roof cursed and aimed—

Adrian snatched a loose pipe from the wall and flung it with impossible precision. The pipe hit the rifle barrel mid-shot, jerking the man’s aim. The bullet flew wild and pinged off a street lamp.

The mercenary stumbled back.

Adrian reached the rooftop and tackled him.

They struggled—grunting, slipping on wet concrete. The merc drew a knife, slashing wildly. Adrian grabbed his wrist and twisted, bones cracking. The knife clattered to the ground.

Adrian punched him once—

Twice—

The merc’s head hit the rooftop edge.

He stopped moving.

Adrian staggered, panting, soaked in rain and blood.

Then—

A spotlight swept across the rooftops.

A helicopter hovered above the block.

A voice boomed through a megaphone:

“Adrian Kelevra. Surrender now.”

“I don’t even know who the hell I am…” he muttered.

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Betrayal #2 — The Woman in Red

A door on the rooftop burst open.

A woman in a red coat stood there—tall, sharp-eyed, familiar in a way he couldn’t place.

She raised her hands. “I’m not here to kill you.”

Adrian studied her.

She didn’t flinch from his blood.

Didn’t step back from his closeness.

Didn’t seem afraid at all.

“Then what do you want?” he asked.

She approached slowly. “To warn you. You need to get off the roofs. They’ve hired—”

She stopped.

Her expression changed.

Her eyes flickered…

Fear.

“Get down!” she yelled.

Adrian felt it.

A sniper’s aim—like a needle pricking the back of his neck.

The woman dove.

The shot fired.

Glass shattered behind them.

She grabbed Adrian’s arm, pulling him behind a ventilation duct. “They hired the Hollow Syndicate. Do you know what that means?”

Adrian shook his head.

She exhaled shakily. “They don’t hunt people. They erase them.”

Before Adrian could respond, she pulled a knife—

And tried to stab him.

He caught her wrist, stunned. “What are you doing!?”

Her eyes were full of tears. “I—I have a contract too, Adrian! Please don’t make me do this!”

Adrian twisted and disarmed her, shoving her away gently but firmly.

She slid to her knees, sobbing.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”

Adrian backed away from her, breath heavy.

“Why does everyone in this city want me dead?” he demanded.

She looked up with trembling lips.

“Because,” she whispered, “you’re the only one who can stop them.”

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The City Awakens

Below, alarms wailed.

Motorbike engines roared.

The helicopter circled.

Every shadow held a hunter.

Every rooftop held a rifle.

Every alley held a knife.

Word had spread too far.

The entire underground wanted him.

Syndicates. Gangs. Mercs. Assassins. Ex-allies. Old debts. Hidden enemies. Betrayed friends.

Some feared him.

Some hated him.

Most wanted his bounty.

Whoever he was…

Whatever he had become…

He was now the most hunted man in the city.

And the city was closing in.

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Cliffhanger Ending

A light blinked on a nearby rooftop—small, red.

A laser.

Adrian’s instincts flared—

But this time it wasn’t a sniper’s aim.

It was a signal.

A coded symbol.

The same as the markings he saw on the destroyed compound walls.

His vision blurred.

A memory sparked—

A hand on his shoulder.

A voice whispering:

“Shadowborn will always find each other…”

Then—

A figure stepped into view across the rooftop gap.

Tall.

Calm.

Wearing the same stone-like mask from the alley.

The masked figure lifted a finger and pointed directly at Adrian.

Then it said in a voice that scraped like steel:

“Adrian Kelevra… your awakening has just begun.”

Adrian took a single step back.

Rain hammered the rooftops.

Hunters closed in from all sides.

The masked figure tilted its head…

And whispered:

“Run.”