Ben 10 Young Justice Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Tisay said artfully. "I'll be in charge," Benjamin whispered. Tisay just nodded while hugging Johan. "Go to your tent and f*ck with Johan!" smiling at this command. "That looks good, Ben, ah! " Johan agrees to its order. He's pet seemed to come to life because of what him friend had said. "What the hell! " Commented Prelim. “Seriously, Ben? ‘That’s what you dare?” Kailyn said incredulously. “Asus! He's addicted, he's a pervert! ” Cassandra stretched her arms and raised an eyebrow at Benjamin.

Ben sat nearby, arms crossed, watching him with quiet amusement. “You’re gonna rub a hole through that shirt,” Ben said. Jason huffed. “My palms are sweating. My heartbeat won’t slow down. Why do I feel like we’re about to break into enemy territory?” “Because you are,” Ben replied with a grin. “Except this time, the enemy is emotional vulnerability and the possibility of a perfect future.” Jason shot him a look. “You know, for someone trying to help, you’re not very helpful.” Ben chuckled and stood. He walked over and adjusted Jason’s tie, more out of habit than necessity.

I whistled, “Your father must be rolling in his grave. Kiyo’s son has beaten Wangwe’s pride and joy, again.” Baku moved to us and Ben took the remaining steps to him with a roar, pulling away from me, his body rigid and ready to fight. Ash might have been on the right track with the training but I wasn’t about to let him test-drive his ability to handle an original. “Son,” I said placing my hands on Ben’s waist and tagging him back, “He’s not worth the effort.” “You still haven’t answered me. What kind of magic did they use to save you?” Baku demanded.

Benjamin chuckled, "What a coincidence. Our mom made me lobster rolls, and yours is just clear plain soup." Jasper glanced at Benjamin bitterly. "As expected, I’m not her biological child." "Yeah, I suspect that we must have exchanged identities when we were younger." Benjamin had become a lot more cheerful recently and was no longer as full of grief as before. Jasper was also happy for him. After all, blood was thicker than water. "Those people came to me. I will obviously tamper with your anesthetic. You better be mentally prepared." Benjamin whispered. "As long as you don’t take the opportunity to retaliate and really kill me off, I’m fine with it." Jasper smiled.

I whisper softly, ripping at the bottom of my top, using the torn fabric to press against his stomach as a makeshift gauze. "I need them to kill him," Benji leaned in close, his voice a mere whisper as his fingers gently cradled my chin, ensuring our eyes were locked in a compelling gaze. With a swift motion, he reached into the depths of his pocket and pulled out that intriguing little device he had been clutching just yesterday. Carefully, he used his nails to deftly pry off a panel from the wall, exposing the gleaming electronic interface hidden beneath that I hadn't known was there.

I pulled my hands out of my pockets, and slapped my fist into my palm, cradling it intimidatingly, feeling my patience hanging by a thread. “Don’t get tight-lipped. Convince us you’re innocent, Benji,” Theo prompted harshly. "Co-operate if you know what's good for you." Benji cast his eyes to the floor. “She responds to me. She knows we're mates, but she pushes me away...for you. I'm just so confused. I don't understand anything anymore. I just wanted a mate. Why is the moon so cruel to me?” Unsatisfied with not getting anything helpful from him left me in a foul mood.

I try to run forward towards Malcome, but Ben's arm wraps around me, holding my back against his chest. "Let me go!" I shout at him, spit flying from my lips with my scream. Malcome straightens his back, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit with a smile on his face. His eyes lock with mine, and I struggle against Ben harder. "You killed him! You fucking monster!" The crack in my voice is evident, and I feel Ben's grip loosen for a small moment. It is enough to slide through his grasp. In an instant, I am in Malcome's face, hands wrapped in the collar of his shirt. The growl that rumbles out isn't mine, but I recognize it as Ben. He is telling Malcome not to fight back, and for some r

Casey gasps before falling sideways onto the floor. I scream, staring in horror at her bleeding chest, “How could you?! She’s carrying your child!” Benji doesn’t even blink; instead, his eyes turn cold as they turn to me. “There’s no room for traitors… And now it’s your turn. Tell your father I said hello when you meet him in hell.” “Freeze!” The warehouse doors burst open, but it’s already too late because Benji has already fired the gun. Pain explodes through my body before I crash onto the floor.

Marvel grumbled. “Geez, tough kid. How about this? I have a son a little bit younger than you. Want to see a picture of him?” Ben pulls his phone out of his pocket, then shuffles through it, looking for the right picture to show. He turns it around when he gets to the one he wants, and Marvel leans forward slightly in my arms to get a better view.