Buggy X Shanks Novels & Stories

“Shawn please could you kindly wait your turn, the adults are speaking” “Oops, was that comment supposed to annoy me? Cause the only thing annoying me right now is your face” Shawn said and Xavier gave up. Shawn: 1000 points Xavier: 0 point

she said while handing me a large towel. I could feel Xander’s pain from the transition. His bones stuck out of his back and sides, and I could see them crack or reposition themselves elsewhere. The sound of it was dreadful. His fingers had become bent and shaped with odd angles, accompanied by more cracking noises. His nails receded into their beds and returned to a more human look, although they were extremely bloody. His furs were shedding and falling off in black patches. Finally, Xander fell to his hands and knees, breathing unevenly as the transformation concluded.

My eyes roved lower to his outfit, I was a bit surprised when I saw what he was wearing. Somehow Xander wearing a casual outfit was more shocking to me than anything else. He was mostly wearing a suit, so it was…weird to say the least, seeing him like this. He has on a pair of faded blue jeans that are slightly worn at the knees, paired with a light blue t-shirt that has a small graphic on the front, a navy blue hoodie zipped up halfway over the t-shirt. On his feet were a pair of white sneakers. One of those brands I knew my brother’s usually acted like they would kill me over if I messed it up when I was cleaning. I knew they were expensive as hell. They made sure to tell me how they were

Marcus still stared straight ahead. "You don't need to cry for that. In every battle, there must be a losing side. Even the winning side must surely sustain injuries." I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. My body ached. Not the kind of ache that came from bruises or cuts. This was the deeper kind. The sort that sat in your bones, a weariness that had no name. Marcus finally moved. "They’re almost done with the count," he said,sighing, his voice low and even. "Another three confirmed. That brings the total to ten."

I nodded to that, more than eager to do that instead of focusing on the culprit we couldn’t reprimand. “Shane, where’s the sorceress I asked you to bring along?” I turned my attention back to him. “She’s somewhere around,” he turned towards the open farmhouse behind the kneeling men, “Xenia?” he called out. Seconds later, a young woman in knee high black boots, ripped black jeans and a concerning amount of piercings and jewelry walked out of the farmhouse and towards us. “At your service, Alpha heirs,” she smiled as she reached us. Xander, Nick, and I walked towards the men on their knees and stopped in front of them. Xenia remained a few inches behind them, and Shane stood in a corner watch

"Are you ready for your present? I ain't waiting for the party. You look good though." I looked great, my blonde hair was curled into waves down my back, and my black dress was a tidbit daring with the 6 fingers above my knee but loose enough that uncle Marcus wouldn't throw me into an early casket. The ankle boot was my birthday present from my friend, Xander. I met Xander 3-years-ago. He was a new boy at the time and absolutely gorgeous. He was also partially Italian, although he didn't talk much about his upbringing besides his obsession with fast cars, which he got from his dad. He was one of the select few I didn’t scare away.

Dead people aren't supposed to look like that, or sound like that, or especially smile like that! "You like my feet, don't you, Bobby?" Shelly had pulled me down to my knees, tugging on my necktie until she had me right where she wanted me. Her legs were bare, but she had such smooth skin, toned and snow white, she didn't need stockings. Shelly wore patent leather shoes, expensive ones, probably, with open toes and spiked heels. Her toenails were red like her lips and fingers, and she had small, delicate feet. I'd spent three years selling shoes at Pay-Less as a teenage boy, so I had a lot of experience with women's feet and Shelly's were incredible.

He ran his fingers over the intricate stitching. "Can you blame me?" Zyan asked. the protective Alpha warmth bleeding into his tone. "Emerald does incredible work." He glanced up, his blue eyes locking onto Xander. "Speaking of which. Let's see yours, Beta." Xander stepped forward, turning slightly so the warm light of the hallway lights caught the flawless detailing of the new badge pinned securely to his own dark cloak. "Flawless, obviously," Xander said, a deeply satisfied sound coming from his chest. Then, a wicked, challenging smirk identical to Reagan's crossed his face. "Though... I do think the shading on mine makes it pop just a little bit more than yours, Alpha."

Unaware of any undertones in his question, Haley answered truthfully, "It was James. Mr. Ford, I heard you froze his card?" James... A trace of coldness flickered in Shane's eyes, but his expression remained unchanged. "Hmm, he doesn't deserve to use that card." Using his money to buy all sorts of branded items for Xena, James's audacity was beyond belief. Nevertheless, freezing his card was already showing him mercy.

His eyes transitioned to man with the translucent blade, X. X was no taller than 5 and half feet. His long gray hair was thick but flowing like water, even though it had been attempted to be subdued in a pony tail. Almond shaped grey eyes that were a rich color, but gave warning of a terrible storm was brewing ahead. He was rather fair complected, but had a hue of yellow. Even though X was dressed in a few layers it did nothing to hide his slender but muscular build.