Blitzo X Striker Novels & Stories

Tears of anger and shock burned in my eyes. “Nova! What the hell is wrong with you?!” He was not done. He picked up the powerful vibrator next. He tried cutting it with the knife, but the hard plastic refused to break easily. The blade kept slipping. With a frustrated roar, Nova threw the vibrator onto the tiled kitchen floor. Then he started stomping on it. His heavy foot came down again and again with brutal force. Loud cracking and smashing sounds filled the entire apartment. Plastic pieces splintered and flew everywhere. The buzzing mechanism inside made a weak, dying whir before going completely silent.

The Striker was thrown violently off the ramp, plummeting down into the flooded lower levels of the Ark. "We're ten floors down!" Dax yelled into the comms. "Hold on, Mia!" THE PENTHOUSE Reyes was losing the wrestling match. The Abyssal-Striker was simply too strong, its hydro-pressurized servos overpowering her human strength. It pinned her to the floor, raising the humming harmonic blade to plunge it into her chest.

"The Eight Hollows are supposed to be Wyvern Peak's reserve forces. Novemtoners are your ancestors, yet you refuse to work for Novemton. To make matters worse, you tried to invade Novemton. Thus, on my name as Strider Hicks, I will stop your traitorous act for the sake of your ancestors' honor. "Are you ready?" Strider's gaze burned, exuding an undeniable air of authority. Javi was stunned. He stammered, "W-Wait..." But Strider had already turned into a streak of light and charged at him. Utterly incapable of keeping up with Strider's speed, Javi suffered a severe blow to the chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood as he went flying again. "This one's for your ancestors!" Bam! Strider s

"Shut the fuck up Zeke!" He grins and gives my shoulder a squeeze. "Are we cool now Blaze Canary?" "It is Bliss Carnap" I correct him even though my lips are already stretching into a grin and momentarily I forget about my pains and struggles. One thing about Zeke Kian —He always has a way to make me smile and makes me forget what I really am. ♯ ♯ ♯ "You told him I'm Lúis Antonio!" Corey half yells at Ryder in disbelief. "Easy man, some things have to be done with a little bit of tactics" Ryder replies putting off his cigar on the ashtray.

All I needed was a hard line drive into the outfield for a chance to send my teammate on third home to score, but I was now down to my last strike. I briefly looked up into the stands and was met by those radiant emerald green eyes. My girl. My love. It was as if the entire stadium fell silent in those mere seconds. All I could hear was the sound of my own beating heart, and all I could see was the confident expression on her face that reassured me that I could do this. I dug into the dirt and took my stance. The pitcher released the ball, and my whole body grew tense. I swung. CRACK!!!!

Big G responded, taking in his cigar and blowing the smoke out slowly. “You better be tapping that ass” Blaze said, making a sexual gesture. Tresh smiled, tracing his well trimmed moustache “Okay, Okay. This is a strategic attack, I see” he said. “Holly shit man! She still has you begging?” Blaze exclaimed in disbelief. While they were all popular with women, Tresh had them eating from the palm of his hand.

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.

"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.

The very earth under his feet seemed to groan in protest, and the acrid scent of freshly turned dirt mingled with the sharp tang of ozone, assaulting Brodi's senses as he ducked his head against the maelstrom and continued to silently advance. Above, the heavens were entirely shrouded by roiling, malignant clouds that seemed to devour any trace of starlight or moonshine. Leif and Astrid appeared to him only in the stark, searing flashes of the lightning overhead. The thunder that followed was a deafening roar, so powerful that it resonated deep within his chest, but still he stalked toward his prey. Squinting against the flying debris, he finally saw his brothers and the warriors in position

her raw voice brutal against her ear. Blaze struggled against her, shooting her right leg out but her movements were far too slow. Hands moving from her waist, the stranger seized her arms, trapping them to her side. "If you even give me pleasure for ten hours, that won't mean anything to me, cause' I'm horny as hell," Blair whispered in her ear before pushing her roughly further into the ground, the agile gesture causing Blaze to stumble almost falling flat on her face. "We aren't giving you a bullet for free, mother fuckers!" Giovanni brought a whole army of the guys, Blaze's guys were nothing compared to them.