Blitzo X Stolas Comic Novels & Stories

Blitz chuckled and addressed Keagan, seemingly amused by his skepticism. "You must be the Spectral Guardian, huh? Quite the peculiar name," he remarked, swiftly taking the can from Keagan's hand and popping open the lid. With a series of rapid blinks, Blitz appeared to savor the flavor of the energy drink, as if it enhanced its taste. He then returned the can to Keagan and tapped him on the shoulder.

he questioned. “Perhaps you're partially blind. Regardless, I'll enlighten you. I am Tala Stormwind’s Gamma,” she retorted. “Stormwind’s Gamma is a girl? Well, I was led to expect someone more imposing,” he mocked, accompanied by laughter from his companions. Tala growled, and I gently touched her hand, urging restraint. My patience waned, the old me would have dismantled them without hesitation. "I believe you're Alpha Ralph," he acknowledged, turning toward me with unsettling casualness.

Somito said, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Somito, wait for the sync!" Zilo tried to grab him, but the old cook was already moving. Somito didn't use a gun. He used the obsidian mace Sofia had given him. He swung it with a strength born of decades of manual labor and a newfound, sapphire-fueled vitality. The mace caught the clone in the side of the head with a sickening, crystalline crunch. The creature didn't scream; it hissed, its orange core flaring as it tried to stabilize.

he asked quietly. Her eyes finally met his. Yes, Daze take a good long look into those magnetic blue lasers, because it will be the last time you see them. “W-what?” “Here it is!” The blonde woman, Celia handed it to her and then stepped away. She stared at this man whom she had wronged so many times. I’m just not worth it. “I want you to take a deep breath, then answer a question for me,” he whispered to her.

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.

She was still looking at the ground, refusing to make eye contact with anybody. I stood up abruptly and tapped my brother on the shoulder. He swung his head in my direction and waved his drink in my face with a wide grin. He smelled of alcohol and it irritated me. “I’ve had enough of your hospitality, Brother. My men and I leave for the North. Now.” “Now?” Stolas burst out laughing, mimicking my words. He choked a bit, coughing before he finally stopped. He cleared his throat and spoke, getting up on his feet but staggering slightly. “Vane, the feast has barely begun! We have dancers coming from the East, and—”

“I hate to admit it Stolas, but I need your help.” “Well, I’ll be, the all-knowing-Amun needs help from little old me? I never thought I’d see the day.” Stolas was a knowledge demon, so hiding anything would be a waste of everyone’s time. Coming to the bar, I had decided to use the one trick he would not expect, the truth.

... Colin froze, then scoffed, "Come on. You're 29 and still so childish? You think this trick will get my attention?" His friends echoed him one after another. "Know your distance." "An ugly duckling can't beat a swan." "Are you jealous, pulling this stunt to embarrass him?" Joyce bowed her head, sounding pitiful. "I'll pay you. Does $20,000 work for you? Just don't hassle Colin anymore. He called you here for my sake. If you're mad, take it out on me."

He turned to smile at me, his eyes glistening with a dark promise, drool dripping from his chin. "Let. Me. Go!" I shouted, pulling my hand from his grip. "Shut up, bitc—" he released his grip, about to hit me with the hand when something, or someone collides with him. Hard. He was thrown back so hard he crashed into a wall, the stone cracking under the force. Blaze stood between us, golden eyes blazing as his chest heaved, his sharp canines bared. “Stay behind me,” he growled without even looking at me.

“Don't wear anything underneath, and come in your slúttiest outfit.” “I'm not a whóre,” Thalia said. “You are my whóre.” Sandro corrected. He released his grip on her and let out a groan. “See what you do to me?” Thalia blushed as her eyes went downwards to his pants. His díck was straining against the blue denim he donned, and she wondered if it didn't hurt him as it looked hard. “Cheap whóre.” Blaze said through a mind link that connected him and Thalia alone.