Black Rock Shooter Novels & Stories

Despite his speed, she hadn’t heard even a whisper of his passage through the trees. She barely had time to fire a few energy bolts at the boulder before Rave returned, carrying a rock that was as different from the first one as it could be. The original stone was roundish in shape, and since it had come from the middle of a stream, the flowing water had smoothed all its surfaces and edges. Rave’s rock was rectangular, filled with angles and sharp edges. It was also dark gray in color, as opposed to the earthy brown hue of the first one.

Adeline bit her lower lip and drew a smirk. “Oh, dear. I’d bet you don’t wanna know me. It’s a bit confidential.” She said while playing with the man’s clenched jaw with the stroke of her finger, and she’d bet he likes it. She reached for the man’s ear. A slight shock came from Adeline when the man drifted his hand and pointed the gun unto Robert’s temple. Frightened, Robert got his breath uneven and raised both of his hands. The people who saw the commotion screamed which put the others into a panic. “Oh, Sh*t!” Hyde cursed.

Finn looked toward his Alpha for confirmation. Brodi fought the urge to growl. He didn't recognize their scents so they could only be from the Blackfoot Pack. "Killian! This must be where his pack holed up. I will kill him where he stands if he has anything to do with this." Finn sent two of his patrol around to flank the guards ahead so they could not escape to warn the rest of the Blackfoot Pack. Once they advised him they were in position, Brodi, Finn and two more of his team trotted up the path. The men jumped out of the trees and pointed weapons at them just as they had expected. Brodi's deep, rumbling growl made every hair on the men's bodies stand at attention. Brodi pushed his Alpha

I cried from the hollow shell of my consciousness, pounding against invisible walls. But she lunged. Rhydan’s scream tore through the dungeon just as her claws did, slashing through skin, and into his chest. Blood sprayed. Her paw closed around the Heartstone embedded in him. A brilliant, sapphire light erupted as it left his chest. I screamed, but no one could hear me, not even her. The Heartstone shimmered, glowing a deep, otherworldly blue, pulsing like a living thing. My wolf held it reverently between her blood-soaked claws.

With a heartbroken cry, he hurled the gun away, it clattered across the floor, spinning harmlessly into the shadows. I exhaled a shuddering sigh of relief, my chest loosening for a fleeting second. He hadn't chosen. He couldn't. My brother… The relief shattered like glass under a boot. Damian's expression didn't change, but he nodded once to the rogues. Gunfire erupted… sharp, deafening cracks from modified rifles loaded with silver bullets. Not the tech weapons, but old-school killers, designed to poison wolf blood irreparably.

I nearly dropped the tissue. A guy leaned casually against the locker beside mine, like hallways had never made him nervous a day in his life. Brown curls. A hockey jacket hanging carelessly over his uniform like rules was more of a suggestion to him. Friendly eyes that actually reached his smile—which immediately made him the rarest thing I’d encountered at Blackthorn Elite all day. “I’ve had better,” I admitted carefully. His gaze flicked to my locker, and something crossed his face. “They started early.” “They?”

Leo yelled, stepping forward. Blackwood pulled out a small, snub-nosed steel revolver. The dull grey metal gleamed under the harsh fluorescent tube lights overhead. His hands shook violently as he raised the barrel, pointing the sight straight at the center of my chest. Jax lunged forward, but Blackwood snapped the barrel toward Jax’s face. “Stay back, Miller! One more step and I put a bullet in his ribs!” Jax stopped, his boots skidding on the concrete, his face going pale as he held his arms out to shield Leo behind his broad frame.

But the tranquilizer was fast, its poison seeping into her blood, and she fell to her knees, the shale biting into her skin. Rhea Blackthorn emerged from the shadows of the pines, her jet-black hair braided tight, her amber eyes glowing with sadistic delight. She wore a leather vest and pants, a dagger strapped to her thigh, and her cruel smile was a slash of white in the moonlight. Behind her, three Black Shadow wolves slunk forward, their matted coats blending with the shadows, their claws clicking on the shale. Rhea’s voice was a purr, dripping with venom. “Look at you, Lunar Pure,” she said, crouching in front of Sam, her dagger twirling in her hand. “Not so fierce now, are you?”

She looks so much Shawna, same black hair, same eyes, fuck. I immediately let go and back up, causing me to lose my footing and fall into the sand. The woman moves forward and suddenly everything goes in slow motion. Her hands grab hold of the RPG and she fires. The blast hits the sand and some bricks and suddenly the entire area goes black. I can hear ringing in my ears as I lay on the ground and rub my eyes clean of it.

Of course he was going to shot me, killing me with his bare hands would just be too damn easy. El. Aim for their crown jewels. I heard Blake's voice in my head and I looked at him a little confused, I thought that Angelica had knocked him out, so how the hell was he in my head. Mate link, El, now do it before that psycho kills you. I didn't need to be told a third time. While James was loading his silver into his gun I used my foot to land the guy to my right straight in the place no foot should ever land, but it was enough to have him rolling around the floor, groaning about how he would never have children.