Big Mac X Shining Armor Novels & Stories

Gold Dress Barbie faced Max, probably for intimidation purposes. Max parked his blue monster truck beside his water glass. “Trucks don’t go on the table,” I said. “He’s hungry too.” “Trucks eat gas.” “Does this restaurant have gas?” “No. But they have mac and cheese.” Zach picked up the kids’ menu and handed it to Max. Max went silent immediately. Apparently, Zachary de Sanctis’s power wasn’t limited to property, European money, and past trauma.

Marcus roared. The boxer didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second. Mid-air, Marcus twisted his massive, muscular frame, pulling Jack tightly into his broad chest. He made himself the ultimate barrier between his best friend and the rapidly approaching steel ground. The latent silver mana wrapped around Marcus's calloused hands ignited. His invisible, non-Newtonian kinetic shield flared to life, forming a pressurized, unbreakable dome around them. They hit the ground with the catastrophic force of a falling meteor.

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

His head immediately snaps over and sees a cold metal shackles around his wrists, fastens to the bedpost, along with his ankles. “What the—?” He trails as he sees a figure step out from the shadows. “Father?” Sage’s voice is small and confused as alpha Dagon gets closer, his eyes in the dark unrecognizable. “What’s going on? What are you trying to do to me?!” He demands, struggling against the chains but a hiss of pain erupts out of him and Sage immediately realizes the chains are silver. His own father chained him with silver. Alpha Dagon halts beside the bed, and Sage finally sees what's in his gloves hand; a syringe filled with a greenish substance.

A massive Golden Baboon with six arms and huge fangs resembling chilling machetes moved forward to ram against Black Lightning. Ding Hao rushed toward the Golden Baboon without dodging. Just when he was about to reach the baboon, he gripped one of Black Lightning's front bumpers, pulling out a silver bumper with a backhand. A cold light burst out. It turned out to be a long gigantic sword.

Lucas and Scarlet were about to head over to River-Approaching Base City when the former overheard the conversation of the Lightning Zombie Hunting Troop. The Rank 4 Zombie in City D had a pair of silver boxing gloves and could even unleash attacks combined with Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning? Scarlet's footsteps also came to a halt. Her fair face put on a delighted expression. "Master, is it Biggy?" Biggy's gloves were known as the Supreme Combat Gloves. Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning had also been given to him back in Anchorage Base City when Lucas fused the skills of the eight White Lotus’ hammers of gold, silver, and bronze with Biggy's body.

“Boss, we are here.” Shawn nods. “Can you Get two menus, please.” The guard slides them down the tinted mirror, and hands the menus over. Shawn passes one to me. I glance through it. Usual greasy foods. My tummy rumbles, I then recall that I had a very light breakfast and went swimming this morning with Noah I hand it back. “I want a chicken burger and fries. Extra spicy, with hot sauce and mayo,” I say. Shawn looks at the guard. “Seven chicken super meals. Just in case Noah and Brandon want some. Wolves are always hungry.”

I stayed seated, chewing my bread. I was too hungry for this shit. Days in solitary had made me worship every moment I had with food. But still—I couldn’t stand the bullying. “Let it go,” I muttered to Bruce. Aib wasn’t done. He shoved Bruce’s shoulder. Hard. Bruce stumbled sideways into the edge of the table. He groaned as his side hit the table. I bit my tongue. Hold it in, Cole. Aib planted one foot on Bruce’s bench. “Oi, mates. Defiant prince’s a bitch.”