Blazagon X Pantaro Novels & Stories

It was the tattoo on his raised hand that captivated him. Zooming in with the binoculars on Paolo's hand, a curse escaped him, and he quickly concealed himself near a wall as Paolo turned his gaze toward the building. Blaze lingered there for a while, not daring to come out. He couldn't be sure if Paolo had spotted him, but Blaze was certain that someone was watching him. Alessia, Janice, and Paolo retreated indoors, causing Blaze to exhale in relief. His thoughts circled back to the tattoo. He'd seen it before—an eagle with a cross encircled by a wolf. He was certain of that, but Blaze couldn't place where.

Waiting impatiently for things to work by themselves like how mother had promised, nothing happened. "This can't be happening to me." I panicked when nothing happened yet Anu had started to undress himself. Opening my eyes slowly to look at him, I couldn't believe what my eyes saw. His fangs had elongated while his eyes darkened as his nails turned to crawls.

It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun. Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too. By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.

Dexter's smirk dances on the edges of his lips as he points out, "Well, you've got an extra talent up your sleeve – certainly a master of tattoo artistry, I must say. Quite the paradox, isn't it? A remarkable tattoo artist, yet your own skin remains untouched!" Blaze titters, his gaze briefly flickering to Dexter's elaborate tattoos. He possessed irrefutable talent. However, opting to remain ink-free was a deliberate choice reflecting his personal preferences. "Don't tell me you're afraid of a few needle pricks?" Dexter teases. Blaze, unable to contain his amusement, retaliated by grabbing a nearby cushion and hitting Dexter with it. "Well, you're the bloodsucker here, so consider this a lov

“I’m still not right after that, Orion. It was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. And I’ve never been more scared in my life.” Hearing my little brother sound so wrecked, so goddamn broken, makes my chest tighten. I clench my fists under the table, trying to hold back the surge of protective anger rising in me. Whoever’s behind this is going to fucking pay. “I’m sorry you went through that,” I mutter, feeling useless. “We’re gonna fix this. I swear.” Nero clears his throat, his voice coming through, hard and steady like it always is. “I’ve been digging into Zane and the fights. There’s a lot of shit happening behind the scenes, and it’s not just Legacy pulling strings. There’s a silent inve

Zach said looking around the table and Blaze pointed out the box on the ground, he picked it up and read the box closely. "Oh my fucking goodness!" He laughed loudly and Blaze growled. "What is wrong with this pack? The packaging is cute though." The pack had a red colour with beautiful flowers, Blaze thoughts that she will love this pattern. "You think that your mate has a strong heavy blood flow?" He sighed. "Well I don't know about–fuck, I fucked up." Blaze grumbled. "Who is the superwoman?" Nate chuckled. "Shut the fuck up!" "Apologize to her and it will work out." Zach suggested and Blaze nodded.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

"Don't be a smart-ass, Pavel. Tell me what you know and be quick about it." Pavel gulped. "Gustavo Gotze works at Baaltech." Stephan released him and stepped back. Crap. He should have known. Malcolm Baal was behind this. That accursed bastard was always the thorn in his side. A royal pain in the neck. Stephan tilted his head, snapping the vertebrae back into place. Pavel flinched. "Does this Gustavo work the day or the night shift?" "I… I believe the night shift, sir."

I spoke as I lit my hands with blue flame, one of the hottest and powerful flames that will devour any type of flame, even if it is the vengeance spirit who is said to be ancient. I threw the flames and the place started to turn blue, ah...such a beautiful sight. I started to laugh but that was soon stopped as the flames slowly began to turn bright red. It's fighting. "THIS IS WHY I HATE ELEMENTAL USERS!" And as it shouted, red flames started to engulf my blue flames. I smirked, and so, my plan will work after all. I planned to make this stupid spirit irritated as soon as I realized that this is not any of the guardians. I started to gather half of my mana and release it to cause an explosio

Ancalagon growls, stepping back. I’m not exactly sure what he means until I see the tornados come slamming down to the ground from the sky. They wrap around me, creating one large tornado, spinning all around me, buffeting me with the power of its wind. I begin to pull on my earth element, trying to disrupt the air, when the tornado lights on fire, the flames fueled by the air. It’s hot; very, very hot.