Black Rock Shooter White Rock Shooter Novels & Stories

This life's go no escape, Go hard until I can't see straight, Sunlight burn in' my eyes, How the fuck am I still alive? (Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa)

But then again, Erina doesn't seem like the everyday girl to me. “What weapon do you have then? And what did you do with them?” I ask lightly as I deftly direct the car onto the main road. It is a bit busy; parents come to pick up their children from school, which goes with a lot of impatient honking and sometimes a cannonade of cursing. “Riffles and shotguns. I practice with them, and I can already shoot very accurately,” she says as if talking about sunny weather. “My brothers are good with the sword and spear. Me too, but those aren't my favorites. I like fast shooters”.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

John took a few steps back in fear, Renee's tears falling as she listened to them while she was tied with an imaginary tie that wouldn't make her move. Black, in the form of Zayn, ran at high speed towards John, who did not find time to protect himself as he found himself brutally on the ground. He screamed with his hands on his face as Black started hitting him with quick hits on the head " I'm going to kill you" Black hissed with great grudge as Jon shoved him with his feet away from him He's afraid but he won't show it to the raging werewolf in front of him "Kill me" Black challenged him to laugh making his grown fangs lightly stick out

All he knew was that it was up to him to save his pack from Killian's horrible decisions. Moving quickly down the path, it wasn't long before Liam was confronted with a huge white wolf with ice blue eyes. It could only be Brodi Sköll. Liam quickly fell to one knee and dropped his head. He could only hope it was enough to keep the Alpha from tearing him apart just for being part of the Blackfoot Pack.

I swiped my hands at the men who stood before me, making them hit the way of my office with a thud. They recovered quickly but I already got my gun out of my drawer by that time. I shifted back, my fingers wrapping around the gun properly. Good thing was, it was filled with silver bullets, one shot to the head, they were gone. The two of them looked at each other, their body morphing into their wolf form. Then I saw their eyes. Blood red. They were rogues from the Black Moon pack.

Crack! A bolt of lightning suddenly split the night sky in half. The pale white light flashed across my blurred vision, illuminating the Apple Watch that had just been exposed beneath my torn sleeve. In the flickering darkness, I couldn’t see his face clearly—only a massive shadow collapsing over me, accompanied by a ravenous, cackling laugh. A razor-sharp current of cold air sliced through the wind toward me. Before I could even register it, my wrist was seized by a rough, filthy hand and yanked violently.

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.

The other option was that whoever fired the rifle wasn't experienced, hence the minor wound to their target but still didn't explain why the rifle was left. Lucas moved slowly, eyes dancing over the snow. Something else happened to make the shooter drop their weapon, but what? It was still unclear until he spotted where the blanket of ice had been disturbed. The way it was stamped down and cut up told of the struggle that had happened. Tiny red droplets marred the perfect whiteness like rubies on a blanket. The blood had frozen from the temperature. Gradually they grew bigger until they came to an end at a patch of smeared blood. Lucas crouched down onto his haunches, gloved finger tracing a

Everly sighed and was about to click out of it when something about the profile picture caught her attention. The troll’s picture was a man’s chest with a white t-shirt and on it, she could read a phrase that was absolutely gross and obnoxious: ‘Lyv’s look makes me hard as a Rock…’ Her last name was Rock, so the play on words wasn’t subtle. Those words written in the same shade of red as the one used for the cover of her new book, ‘Crimson Love’, absolutely sickened her.