Big Mac X Shining Armor Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

This realm only has shifters, so naked seems to be a way of life. "You really don't like Uncle Ashrac?" Zara asks. I know it's not Zora because while they might be wearing identical shorts and shirts, I noted the different colored bows in their hair when they introduced themselves. I can't help wondering if their mom had to put dots on their feet when they were babies to tell them apart. I'm sure it was easier after their personalities came out but I'm having trouble with the boys; it's a shame they don't wear hair bows.

________________________________ There is a broken past of Marilyn and a broken present of Xavier /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\ Will they both come to become each other's straight or things would get more bitter ?(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ᴥ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ⁠ʋ⁠) Keep enjoying and don't forget to like and comment. Follow me and give a good rating 🌹

In the center of the room stood Marcus. He was leaning against a high table, his back to us, but the moment we stepped in, his head turned sharply. His eyes gleamed with a cold, calculating intensity that made my skin crawl. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, as if he were measuring every part of me—every weakness, every flaw, every secret.

They heard laughter coming from the room. “No! No! Hewp the twickle monster is back!” They squealed with laughter as Marco chased Rebel, Ryder and River into the room. “Shadow hewp!” The three of them yelled running behind Shadow. He stood to his full height, crossed his arms across his chest and stared down at Marco. Marco came to a quick stop and looked up at Shadow and frowned. “Ya know, it’s not fair to run behind the BIGGEST guy around.” He said quirking his brow. “Because ya never know when the tickle monster may take him over.”

While my Aura screamed and reeked of nothing short of death, pain, and havoc, The black leather coat and plain black sleek turtleneck shirt that hugged my biceps and abs perfectly, exposing my huge, imposing burly build, and the plain combat black pants that housed a lot of obsidian daggers, shark and zombie heart-shuddering and skin wrenching knives, which gave the perfect mirror reflection of my intentions and the purpose of my uncensored visit, dangerously paired with plain glittering black leather boots that shimmered with the reflection of the neon lights that cascaded a dangerous, lethal shadow on my feature, not to mention the boot knives that stuck out from either side of my boots, g

The lead mercenary raises a heavily spiked mace, grinning with savage delight as he prepares to deliver a crushing blow that my frozen frame cannot possibly dodge or deflect. Just as the shadow of the weapon falls across my face, a sudden, dark blur streaks across the flagstones from the flank, intercepting the attack with a deafening metallic crash that echoes over the din of battle. Shane spots my frozen state and runs to protect me, using his heavy iron shield to block a flurry of poisoned throwing daggers aimed at my chest.

I stood outside, under the harsh sun for about three minutes before I broke the lock of the door in annoyance and walked in. The first thing I did was to chug down a beer and then get an ice bag to help my sore ankles. Munching a bundle of crunchy biscuits, I waited patiently for Blade who still hadn’t replied my message. After consuming six bottles of beer and countless snacks, I watched a black sedan drive in and park in the coffee shop’s driveway. Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side.