Beetle Oc Novelas e Histórias

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

I gave him a shove to send him on his way before I went off looking for the others. Finally, I spotted familiar highlighted blonde hair. "Trenton! Have you seen Jordan?!" "Yeah, the red-headed stepchild is around here somewhere. Did you know how blood thirsty otters are?" I heard Jordon's very exaggerated sigh come from behind me. "I'm not a fu.cking otter!" Beckett scoffed as he joined us. "Yeah, and I'm not an octopus."

His eyes reflected of intensive violence that he kicked the Medjay in the chest to get back at him. “Die, you Medjay!” General Meru did not stop kicking. His feet connected to the latter’s chest, side, back and face. **** Meanwhile, the witch priestess conjured another group of insects. Elise heard the sound of little clicks. Then a battalion of Elaterid beetles (or Click beetles) was snapping all over the place. She had to evade one by one as they clicked. As it was, they jumped into the air to slice their enemy using their sharp bellies.