Blitz X Striker Novels & Stories

I nodded while smiling and waving at everyone I recognized. "Yes, I am. It's Dante's night!" I said into the microphone. "Of course, of course. We all know there is no one here who supports Dante Solano more than you do. How sure are you that he will win this season? I mean, we all know the Solano brothers are the best strikers there are. Voss Solano was also nominated this season. He played well this year as well," she said. My stomach dipped, but I still held my smile.

This was something entirely different, something older and far more dangerous. X fired a pulse from his gun, a bright, blinding beam of light that cut through the darkness. It struck Victor, the skinwalker, square in the chest, sending him stumbling back. But to my horror, the creature seemed to barely flinch. There was no violent reaction, no sign that the weapon had any lasting effect.

He drops to one knee in front of me and bows his head, I look at both Clay and Bellona puzzled by the man's actions. “Please stand, I am…” He stands and stops me mid sentence. “I know who you are, Alpha. I just never realised you had returned” The stranger says before turning to Bellona “Bellona, apologies” Then to Clayton “My apologies, Alpha we have had quite a few attacks lately and it is breeding season for us” “I understand, I am Alpha Clayton Blackridge of Lobo Sombra, and this is my mate Luna Enyo Burnside,” Clayton says, holding out his hand to the other man. My wolf is purring in the way Clay refers to us as his Luna.

Spike was staring at Blair with a serious expression. He was grateful that Uncle Blair saved him. However, he would not forgive Uncle Blair for mistreating his mother. Blair looked at the two kids and said, "Don't worry. We didn't argue." Spike held Blair's hand and silently conveyed, "You can't bully my mommy!" Blair affectionately patted Spike's head and nodded in agreement. He looked at Spike and asked, "Spike, who taught you how to use a gun?"

"You will find out howuch stronger I've gotten since our last encounter." In this battle! Steronick thinks. I shall findwhat that feeling means and beat him! In this battle! Ovid thinks. I shall avenge parents and destroy him! Game ... Match ... Set! ... Steronick Brightblade, an elite with a bounty of forty five thousand perus fighting for truth against Commanding Officer Ovid Stronghold worth fifty thousand perus and fighting for revenge. Steronick held out both hands, a red sizzleof electricity sparks there for a while before twored daggers appear. It was an ability he had which allowed him to summon mystical daggers at will.

Then they would know why he'd been dubbed The Destroyer. Before he let his emotions overtake him, Brand's tactical training kicked in. He did not have the Berserker in him like his brother. He was a single shifter among an entire clan of warriors here. Biding his time until he could gather his bearings before punishing them for their insult was the more logical choice. His jaw tightened as he sought to control his anger.

Blaze interrupted, without waiting for her response, he went to her staying behind her back. "Why....." She blink as he held her hands which was holding the pistol, helping her aim at the target. "Now pull it!" He whispered to her ears and she gulped. She pulled the trigger and it went directly to the carved being skull without mistakes. "See!" He mumbled and moved away from her. "Thank!" She mouthed and aimed at it herself again. "Straighten your legs, relax your arm and target that skull. Imagine you're attacking an opponent and you'll get it!" Blaze urged and she followed.

“My name is Brianna, and it’s great to meet you.” “As you can see,” he introduced himself, pointing to the banner with his name inscribed on it. “Yep. Jax,” Brianna nodded, “I know, Glen actually introduced you to me. I’ve heard a lot of stuff about you.” Despite his many questions about why she knows his best friend, Jax chose not to go more. “I’m hoping for nothing but the best.” “Certainly, sure!” Brianna exclaimed, giggling. After that, there was silence, until the lass broke it by asking, “I’ve heard you’re here to relax?”

Striker smiled at me when we began our journey from the others “its been a while since I helped a Hunt. I think the last one was little Vexillum.” “And that ended well” Rolf rolled his eyes “didn’t even put a scratch on the beast. Pathetic” “I know you will do better” Striker winked at me “I’ve chosen quite a beauty for you. It’s only a few k’s from here.” “A few k’s?” I moaned “I have burnt hands from pushing that door! They aren’t going to last a few metres, let alone a few kilometres!” “I wasn’t aware you weren’t in the best shape to do this” Striker looked up at Rolf “we can call it off if you like…”

I was unhinged. Clarice called out our sparring partners, and I was delighted to be paired with a massive wolf named Wyatt. Wyatt had a reputation for being ruthless. He was built like a brick wall, tall and muscular, and his path to being a warrior was spelled out before him. He took training incredibly seriously, and what he lacked in speed he made up for in sheer strength and power. On any other day I would have paled to be matched with him, would have preemtively felt the bruises swell on my body. Today I was coursing with anger and ready for the fight.