Blink Shell Novels & Stories

Curiosity shot through her when she took all of the options in. “We have wolfsbane, liquid silver, silver whips, silver bindings. This one is my favorite binding because it has wolfsbane and silver coating the grooves. It digs into the area and gets even tighter with each attempt to move. The last canister is my patented spray. It’s the shifter equivalent of mace.” Brynn grabbed a little bit of it all and placed it in a box. The blades were put in there too. My mate ran her hands along my chest while she looked at me as if I was her own personal god. She surely was my own personal goddess, so it was certainly mutual.

"The Minister has biometric locks on that terminal. You’d need an override code that only the biological descendants of the creator possess. Which, luckily for us, you are." "It’s not just the locks," Chalida interjected, stepping toward the table, her eyes fixated on the flashing code. "It’s the surveillance. The house is a camera, Arnon. Every breath we take is logged." "Then we make the house blind," Arnon said, pulling a jagged, custom-built hardware component from his desk. It was an ugly, rusted piece of tech, but it pulsed with a faint, rhythmic blue light. "This is a hardware shunt. If you plug this into the main console, it will create a feedback loop that will temporarily scramble

I looked at the god standing before me. We could not win this. Not today. "Kael!" I shouted. "Plan B!" Kael roared. He fought the invisible hold. He managed to move one arm. He reached into his vest. He pulled the pin on a flashbang grenade. He dropped it. BANG. A blinding white light filled the room. A deafening boom shattered the eardrums of anyone without wolf healing. It distracted Silas for a fraction of a second. The pressure on Kael released. He dropped to the floor.

Together. Like pieces of the same machine. Blue energy shields expanded, locking together into a solid wall that advanced through the tunnel. “Incoming!” Christopher shouted. Alina was already moving. “Spread out!” She dove behind a collapsed support beam, firing in controlled bursts. Bullets sparked against the glowing shields but failed to penetrate. Christopher peeked over a pile of broken concrete. “Do they sell those online?” A blast of blue energy exploded beside him. He ducked so fast he nearly rolled into Noah.

Is there a timer? Shale stared blankly, blood soaking his trouser leg. **<< The weak… must burn… cleanse the future… >>** Spittle flecked his lips. He wasn’t just a sleeper; he was a fanatic, brainwashed by Thorne’s rhetoric, believing he was a savior. **<< Too late… the signal… received… >>** A soft, high-pitched *beep* came from the control unit Shale had been working on. A small LED screen blinked: **DISPERSAL SEQUENCE INITIATED - T-MINUS 04:59**

"For what? Why should I apologize for something I didn't do?" Someone shouted in the crowd, "What, you think it's right to abuse a cat?" A bunch of onlookers caught the keyword. Curious or angry, they stepped closer and snapped photos of me. That schemer pointed at me, spreading lies. "That's her! Looks decent but abuses cats!" I covered my face, shouting, "I didn't! Check the surveillance. I saved that cat from the fire." The schemer fell silent, glancing at Colin, who didn't bat an eyelid.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

Blake dropped the phone and raised his hands in surrender. Tears fell down Bonnie's cheeks as she shook her head. She couldn't believe what she was hearing on the news. "B-Bonnie, put the knife down, please." "Why? Huh!? Why?" She pointed the knife at her stomach and Blake jumped. "Bonnie! No. Don't you dare!" He yelped jumping back in fear. His hands covered his cheeks in shock. Bonnie shook her head. "H-he ruined my life! For all I know he's paying you!" She sobbed, her grey eyes were darker now. She was raging.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

The kind of eyes a person could get lost in. But why is he looking at me that way? The plane slowly begins moving down the runway, and I glance between the earphones and the armrest. Where do these connect? They look advanced, like the kind confident YouTubers use. They don’t even have a wire. I look around. This is ridiculous. How am I supposed to connect them? “They’re Bluetooth,” Bash says, interrupting my thoughts. “Oh.” I mumble, feeling foolish. Of course they are.