Air Trigger Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

I babbled. He walked closer. “They brew you a nice story.” He sniffed again. “Ah now I know why. Those babies have a strong aura. Alpha or beta I think. Hmm you have an interesting scent.” He started circling me, quite predator like. “How about you stay here quiet and don’t raise an alarm. In return I won’t kill you?” “Why would I raise an alarm?” I asked “Why are you circling me? I don’t like it.”

Was he? He smiled and leaned in close to my ear. His hot breath teased the sensitive skin there. “I’ll show you one today.” My eyes widened. His grip tightened almost painfully as he pulled me. My body lifted off the floor, my gown fanning through the air while Zadekiah flung me, his fingers clenched around my wrist. He caught my waist midway, spinning me into his chest. A gust of wind rushed past my ear and then— Thump! A pair of darts slammed into the wall. Another sliced through a guest, and her body crumpled lifeless to the floor.

Examine it. Carefully. Because Adrian— never makes things simple. “There’s a trigger,” I say. “Where?” I point. Lower hinge. Almost invisible. “Tripwire mechanism.” “Disarm it.” “Already on it.” Seconds stretch. Tension builds. Then— “Clear.” I nod once. “Open it.” The door slides. Slowly. Silently. Darkness waits on the other side. Cold. Deep. Wrong. We step in. One by one. Weapons raised.

I asked her, confused but she just looked at me before he looked at Gideon who was trying to help my sisters. Ahira starts to move when she notices that my sister and Herod need medical attention as soon as possible, she puts her hands on her pocket and she picks the gun we use to inform the others. She put the blue gas inside the gun and after that, she pointed the gun to the sky and after she pulled the trigger, the blue smoke surrounded the area. It is mainly used to get the attention of the medical team for situations like this. “I did that to Aziel”, Gideon uttered that made me stop from moving.

With his mate securely in his arms, Darius began to walk towards the cabin, each step fueling the anticipation building inside John. John's lynx was practically panting and almost dooling with excitement inside his head, eager for what was to come. The prospect of their intimate celebration had John's arousal spiking, slick leaking from him. The heady scent of his arousal reached Darius's nose, causing his bear to come forward, eyes darkening with lust as he growled, squeezing his mate behind tightly and speeding up towards the cabin.

I said while Nirvana smiled. “Okay the prophecy said that a great war will ensue when the black fur with blue eyes arises but what the prophecy actually said was “darkness will fill the land, darkness from black fur with blue eyes. A great war will begin but only the moon goddess’s descendant can end the war for good with the help of the dark fur with blue eyes.” Nirvina said. “I don’t understand, do you mean I will cause the war?” I asked. “To answer that I’ll need another gift, but this one you can’t provide. Bye,” Nirvina said laughing as she disappeared.

There was also a metal gate offering a partial view of the outside. “Pick one weapon,” he ordered firmly, still avoiding my question. “You’re not allowed to shift into wolf form until halfway through.” I didn’t hesitate. I went straight for the bow and arrows. I grabbed a quiver with about ten arrows and noticed that some of them had a strong chemical smell on the tips. “These are poisoned? Is that really necessary for the circuit?” “Good nose. Know what they’re for?” I nodded. Some were laced with paralytics; others were dosed with magic-suppressing compounds made from plants that grow near the Shadow Border.

Dakaath asked, stunned into almost silence. “Oh, you have heard of me.” Ailive smiled brightly as she leaned on a tree. Her tight leather pants hugged the line of her body. The top was leather as well and molded to her body. A bow and arrow crossed her body, along with a quiver. She had a sword strapped to her hip. The boots were up to her calves. With knife hilts sticking out of them. “Yes, I have heard of you and your crazy ass mother,” Dakaath told her and didn’t see the knife coming until it whizzed past his face, just missing him.

That’s unbearable. Mates are your other half. They feel your emotions, your fears. They exist because of you. You’re not whole without them. That’s why the Moon Goddess made it sacred—to find the one who completes you the moment you come of age. A sudden rattle at the front door snapped me out of my thoughts. He couldn’t be back already. Alpha duties don’t end early. Maybe it was Aira. But even that didn’t make much sense. “Imagine this boy changing the locks again,” a familiar voice grumbled from outside.

Carla froze for a moment, then quickly rushed downstairs to open the door. As expected, an elderly man with a refined aura stood outside, slowly shaking his head with a sigh. Carla stared at him in shock. The fortune teller walked inside and said, "Give me the straw." Amanda quickly handed it over. He took one look and said calmly, "The soul belonging to the long straw is no longer in that body. He may be dead, or he may be asleep. Either way, he is gone."