Antz Characters Novels & Stories

DANTE I turned around immediately to see Antonio coming from the other side of the wreckage. His clothes were torn and burnt, half of his hair had been burnt off, and there were lots of cuts on his face. But he was alive, and he was holding a gun. "You’ve always shown how resourceful you are," I said, pushing Flora behind me. "I didn't survive all these many years in this business by being soft." Antonio wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Unlike you."

Daniel and Ciara were surprised that they would be here this fast. They both stood to their feet and climbed down the trunk while Vin followed after them. Indeed, the Antartian warriors had arrived. They came in three trucks and as one halted, warriors poured out. "What are they doing here?" Daniel asked no one in particular. "To save us, of course," "How were they able to know we were in danger?" "One call or two would do the trick," "No, Ciara," Daniel facepalmed. "The Lycan Confederate are proud and love to take credit. They wouldn't have called them,"

Amante POV Lined up in front of me were the captured remnants of the traitor, Maziar Brennan. Alpha Mayor and Allyssa had finished gotten rid of all the bombs scattered around the territory. The huge amount of it all was enough to annihilate all werewolves, my group and his all the same, and change the landscape of Verte Monde as ell as the entire Antarctica.

“Nope. No. Nope.” Ethan gritted his teeth. “Weapons up.” I raised my gun. “Hold.” The air around us warped. The warmth of the wasteland vanished. A strange, electric hum stuffed the air. Then— A determined person stepped forward. Not a monster. Not an alien. A guy. Dressed in black tactical gear. Eyes too sharp, too focused. He checked me out. And smiled. “Anita Carter.” I didn’t decrease my weapon. “Who the hell are you?”

Clarisa also comes out and does the same. 一Are you okay?一Tai asks. No, I am not ok. "Yes, I'm fine," I smiled. 一Shall we go?一 Clarisa asks. We nod and get out of there. Passing through the center of the store, the boys were gone, I imagine they are waiting for us outside. We keep walking until we reach the street. Something that I don't know what it is settles in my chest when I see Antonio, lying in the truck, he's with his phone. He is dressed mostly in black, black jacket, black t-shirt, black jeans, black Converse, and a small black bracelet on his left wrist; His hair is disheveled and moves with the wind, making me want to go and fix it, to comb it. He looks up and his eyes meet mine.

and threatened to marry it if it fired true in battle. And then— The chaotic vegetables arrived. Again. “We brought snacks!” shouted Carrotina, rolling onto a crate. “We ARE the snacks,” muttered Broccolini. “Don’t eat us, you fools.” Anton the Ant stood on top of a helmet and began giving orders to the werewolf platoon, yelling something about flanking strategies and artillery lines like a six-legged Napoleon. “I SWEAR TO THE GODS,” yelled General Vance, “WHY IS THE CARROT SHOUTING AT MY SOLDIERS AGAIN?”

"Well I have to take her home. That's why I'm here in the first place. To bring her back to her Homeland" Wait a minute...... "You don't mean right this instant do you?" I asked "surely you can give me a few days to process all these and prepare myself" "I'm afraid not honey. The fact that you are alive and I found you so easily means that others can find you too. You are a very rare being little Azura, and you have lots of enemies. J could sense the energy from your power from miles away. So you are too vulnerable right now". Aunt Anna explained.

His uncle shook his hand and started to leave. “See you later, son. Got some interesting birds to catch up with.” Nat laughed, picturing his uncle, the same restless volcano he’d always been along with his entourage: a harem of frail, hapless, sun-tanned girls in golf miniskirts, shirts, and caps. They fluttered around him as he placed his hands at their sides and escorted them to a nearby sit-out. Once Lucious disappeared, Antonio approached. Antonio, the Italian Casanova Don who had once trapped Zara in his cage, probing her for money.

Alex asked, “What kind of ancestor are you? The ancestor of zombies? No wonder you can live for three hundred years.” At this moment, Guilherme Extraordinaire’s soul suddenly flew out of Alex’s body. Looking at the ancestor, he said with a surprised expression, “Master Qantas, I didn’t expect you to cultivate yourself into a zombie and live until now.”

A traitor. “Heads up, we’re here.” Anton braked suddenly and swung into a parallel space with little room to spare. They exited the vehicle and immediately stood out like damn glow sticks. Although they dressed to blend in, the three tall warriors screamed operator. Max surveyed the urban chaos; hostile curiosity littered the street. He ignored the stares, scanning for potential threats. Anton knelt to greet a street child. “Sawubona baba.” Max recognized the tribal greeting spoken in Zulu. Anton handed the child a package, which Max presumed was food. Judging by the strung-out look in the boy’s eyes, if Anton gave money, he’d spend it on glue or weed.