Arms #2 Novels & Stories

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Azariah teased and she went ahead to punch him on the hand casually. "Www!" Azariah exclaimed, rubbing his arms as he felt the place become sore from the punch she had given. She really didn't pack much body fat so her knuckles were kind of bony, hence why he reacted the way he did. "Come on, it couldn't have hurt that bad," Amy gave him a joking smile while looking at him. He then raised his sleeves up showing her a dull red wound. It was even obvious in the night light. "Oh, sorry. I didn't know that it packed so much power like that." Amy apologized, flexing her muscles and pumping her biceps in front of Azariah.

Jack's ridiculous friends laughed showing their weird-shaped tooth. Ace didn't reply, he stayed silent. Jack chuckled and looked at him with a glare. A sudden gush of pain jolted through Ace's body. His stomach ached, his arms lost tension and his legs began to weaken. 'He will not get the better of me,' he thought as he dropped to the ground. His tongue was soaked in the taste of blood. Bruised and wounded, with a leg in agony, His head was pounding. Jack's kicks and punches kept on raining his body and he couldn't do anything.

It glances off his chest with a hard thump. Instead of falling over, he pauses, then looks at me with murder in his eyes. Ares is in awful shape, but his anger is beyond feeling mortal pain. I try to secure my sword with both hands, but it’s impossible. My bad arm feels numb, but not numb like I would expect it to with a severe shoulder injury. I look down at my arm. Black veins are spreading down to my fingers. I crane my neck to see my shoulder. The edges of the wound are black and peeling away from my body.

He backed out of the parking spot and drove off. “What’s her name?’ Njar asked quietly from the front seat. “523.” Arkyn growled, her arm flopping to the side exposing the blister and red numbers burned into her arm. “523…what kind of name is that?” Njar asked, confused. “It’s not a name, it's her brand.” Arkyn growled, the image of her standing in his room and blurting out the number made sense now. “Her brand?” Njar asked, still not following.

Creed's fingers trembled slightly, "coz for some I feel that even this much won't be enough." Maira asked, "What about soul armas? How many arrow-type soul armas do you have?" "One!" Creed replied as he stuffed several energy bars into his pockets. "But that's for emergencies!" "Just one! You've gotta be kidding me. Armas take zero space and can be reused over their entire lifetime…" "Pretty convenient, aren't they?"Creed smirked with a tint of jealousy, "unfortunately, they are quite rare too… So until I get some more, I'm stuck with the traditional arrows. Besides, why do you think I have such a huge bag compared to yours?"

Aramide watched the necklace on her neck, Aramide opened her mouth to protest, but her daughter stopped. “You should keep it so that if anything happens to me, you will look at those initials and remember me. A stands for Aramide, and The other A stands for Aracely!” She smiled brightly as she informed her mother and Aramide had to stop herself from crying right there — Her daughter was saying goodbye to her, Instead. Aramide wiped her tears and took off the necklace once again. She picked up the small bat in the room and conveniently broke it into two.

Amaris As I close the distance, I shift back to my human form, smoothly transitioning from running on four paws to two feet. It’s been less than twelve hours since I first got the feeling that something was wrong, but I still fear at what I’m going to find when I make it to the Range Rover. Climbing up between trees, I wind my way over to the driver’s side and lean down, looking into the window to see if there is any sign of life within the vehicle.

I grinned and gave him a thumbs-up. "Good luck, big brother." He muttered something under his breath but stepped into the sparring circle, squaring up against Rhett. This was going to be fun. Ares yanked off his long-sleeved shirt, revealing his toned physique. Not to be outdone, Alpha Rhett did the same. Holy muscles.

Creed landed a light chop at her head, he whispered with a broken voice, "I told you to not worry about me. Don't overburden yourselves with my problems. You've had enough trouble for one day already… Just focus on having fun." "..." He dragged her immediately away. Surprisingly, Artemis had nothing to say this time. She just stood there blankly, staring at his sweaty back. Soon, both of them just came back to the group without saying a single word to each other. The air and the atmosphere were still intense with competitiveness, but Creed couldn't care less about it. Dollar Twenty kept demonstrating several Soul Armas, one after the other. Each one filled with an unrestrained and deadly aur