Brick Armstrong Novels & Stories

But the little boy stopped in his tracks when 2Pac raised his arm and aimed a gun at the child that had emerged out of his forearm. “No!” Amy shouted while jumping up from the floor and grabbing 2Pac’s arm before he could shoot her child. She incredibly knocked 2Pac’s heavy arm down at the floor before the gun in his arm went off. When Amy knocked 2Pac’s arm down, she tried to knock the tall armored man in his chest using her elbow. Amy grimaced in pain when the bone in her elbow came in contact with 2Pac’s hyper-alloy chest. “Sh*t, that hurts!’” Amy moaned out, grabbing her elbow while dropping to her knees. Even after injuring her elbow, Amy tried to keep fighting 2Pac.

Then, I stopped short at the sight ahead. In the distance, Louisa was holding Ewan's hand and waving at me. My fingers locked tight around the door handle; my whole body tensed. I shut my eyes, took a deep breath, and hurried over. Louisa's head was tilted up, and she was talking to Ewan. As I approached, her voice grew clearer. "I'm not afraid of pain. I'll be like Mommy. Mommy had a huge monster on her face that she had to fight, and she won. I'll definitely beat the demon inside my body."

Justin says, distracting my thoughts. I know she’s talking about her mother. I would have done the same if my mom was as dedicated as her mom was. Tori did try to take me with her, the bond with my pack just wasn’t letting me. Justin reaches out and gently touches a fading bruise on my arm. “Is this from the Halloween party attack?” She moves her finger around the bruise, tingles rush over me, making me shiver. I nod. It’s from one of the attacks we got in my pack.

ASTRID I have no business being this happy when there’s a war on its way, yet here I am, flitting around the ballroom of the lodge on Brock’s arm with a permanent smile etched on my face. I’m overwhelmed by the number of people that came out to celebrate with us tonight- not only from all six packs in the territory, but from Denver, too. Even my parents showed up, shockingly tearing themselves away from their vacation home in Arizona to make the trip here to meet Brock.

Why am I looking at him like this? "I wanted to talk to you," he says smoothly, tilting his head ever so slightly. Adrian suddenly steps forward, grabbing my arm gently in his hand. He is the complete opposite of me in this situation; calm, professional. My bet is that I am probably still bright red. I mean, I can't even get my hands to stop quivering by my side. "She has a private office," Adrian tells him, stepping up to his role of assistant at the one time I don't appreciate. All I want to do is tell Alpha Grayson to leave, so I don't have to face this current embarrassment.

Roonie returned his guns and drew out his sword-belt, placing it on BJ's neck. BJ went still immediately, not moving an inch for the fear of getting cut. "I told you I only wanna talk... aren't you Xavier's son?" He said through bloody teeth. "Who, pray tell are you?" Roonie replied, firmly holding the sword handle. "I'm Arrow, the silicone mask maker your father has been searching for....for two months now" BJ replied, trying not to even breath. "And?" Roonie replied expressionlessly.