Blitz X Striker Novels & Stories

It was red. Mira gritted her jaw in anger and her fist tightened. She got up in rage and grabbed Damon's collar. His eyes snapped towards her as her delicate, angry hands clutched his ego. Damon glared at her as her eyes threw fire at him. "If you have the audacity to touch a stranger woman then you should also be ready for the reaction..." She spat at him angrily. Damon thought the fire in her eyes would disappear after he choked her but instead it fuelled. He has never seen a girl who gets more angry when she is hurt, till now he has only seen women who were scared of his anger.

She could feel the power of her bloodline surging within her, fueling her attacks. Alex fought by her side, his presence a constant source of strength. Together, they moved through the enemy ranks, their movements synchronized and unstoppable. As the battle raged on, Beauty found herself face to face with Leon. His eyes narrowed as he recognized her. "Beauty," he spat. "I should have killed you when I had the chance." Beauty's eyes blazed with determination. "You underestimated me, Leon. And now, you'll pay the price." Leon lunged at her, his attacks swift and brutal. But Beauty was ready. She dodged and countered, her movements a blur. She could feel the strength of her bloodline pulsing th

Both men enjoyed every second of that bonding. Jon was very curious about their slingshots. They were deadly and quiet. It was a weapon made for goblins during the war. The elastic part was made of the intestines of a rare species of fish that lived only in goblin lakes and gave the bullet tremendous speed with almost no sound. The Y-shaped handle was made of detar wood, which had an extreme ability to bend. Above the hilt were holes in which the bullets were held, and a skilled warrior could fire five or six bullets in a rapid sequence before he had to refill the holes with new bullets. But the deadliest part of the weapon was the bullet itself. Deep in the goblin lakes was an unusual type

Sorin was stubborn as a mule and Maceo knew Sorin wasn't gonna accept anytime soon the fact that he was still hurting or more than accepting he just didn't want to show it. Maceo hoped that it wouldn't destroy Sorin. Sorin had been broken already as it was. ____________________________________________________________________ BAM! Sorin landed a perfect hit on his opponent's jaw making his opponent gush out blood from his lips. His opponent grunted as he staggered back. His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential.

It was a death sentence. “Blaze!” Trevor tossed Blaze the two wooden stakes he was holding in his hand. With a nod at Trevor, Blaze caught them. “I repeat, no one shall help him! This is a pack of law and rules. We shall not help a betrayer.” Cole devastatingly commanded every pack member not to help their Alpha as he threw Trevor a pointed look. It was one against several vampires and rogues. All of them came at Blaze at once. Blaze took out a vampire in a single roundhouse kick as he plunged the wooden stake into his chest before pulling it out. He landed on the ground, motionless.

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

stopped them. Glasses from the windows shattered as everyone ducked down. A lighting bolt strucked the street infront of the building and destroyed the lines. Electricity went out and a few seconds later, the emergency generator hummed and went into power as it left a few light bulbs on. Luna was cupping her hands to her ears as she evaded the shattered glass. She could still hear some ringing in her earlobes as she stood up. "What the hell?" "The fuck was that?!" "Oh my god..."

Drykator readied himself for his descent, he turned to Drago who had just fixed his mini crossbow to his right arm and was slipping the bolt into place and ensuring the wire was connected correctly. “I’m going down to DV, Drago you get that dragon down!” Drykator barked beginning to bounce from one foot to the other, his legs shook violently with fear, he had never tried anything so dangerous, but he knew deep down it was what had to be done. “The Great Divine Victory needs us,” he rallied.

She must have taken down another attacker. I reacted quickly, revealing the long silver stiletto blade, and stabbed to my left. I winced as I put as much strength as possible into my attack, feeling the warm squirt of their blood as it hit my hands. I closed my eyes, willing myself not to think of that horrible night when I felt the spray of Alkaios’ blood.

They're tumbling rapidly. Sir Strike, ever the light-hearted warrior, blocked swiftly before his foes could close in. He apparently conjured a weapon out of light and swung it at the oncoming blacks. It seemed well-trained in battle, what with all the grand moves of the Trinity god. He moved so deftly and quickly. Once Sir Strike's weapon connected with one of the black magicians, the creature disintegrated into white smoke. Chase took a few seconds to walk up to the base of the mysterious dome. Because of the power struggle, the lightning was a strange blend of purple and yellow. It was remarkable how much power was being thrown around at that time.