Buggy X Shanks Novels & Stories

It was hard to tell whether he had nodded or shook his head. “I’ll take it as a no since you havenʼt responded.” James lifted an arm. “I… I’ll do it!” Nando shouted aloud. James scoffed and flung him onto the ground. The impact of Nando falling on the ground was so strong that cracks formed where he fell. Nando curled up on the ground. It appeared he had yet to recover from the shock as he was still shuddering all over. A Yuraeceon Xaelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation cultivator like him was completely defenseless against James, who had only achieved the Yuraeceon Xaelm Rankʼs Fifth Tribulation.

As we headed toward the bar, they keept me between them. "Kalyssa," Xander said, leaning on Elias's shoulder, "if we had known Balista would have been here, we wouldn't have brought you." "No, you would have brought an army instead," I teased. Everyone laughed. "Yeah, you're probably right." By the time we reached the door, Xander could put a bit more weight on his leg, but still had a limp. One good thing about being a shifter was that we heal quickly. "What in the world happened to you?" Robert asked, looking at Xander when we walked in.

THE THIRD DISTRICT REQUESTS AN INVENTORY. Xander walked down the slope of the ridge, his shadow-woven coat brushing the tall grass. He didn't approach the machine with the cautious, defensive stance of an asset facing an active terminal; he simply stood over it, his boot coming down firmly onto the silver wing-case until the lightweight alloy buckled with a clean, metallic crunch.

The men rushed quickly at Shane but he leapt forward hitting them to different direction with the thick stick. They got up quickly roaring loudly and their fangs grew out. The first Macho leapt at him like a wolf but he slapped him against a tree, he dodged the attack of the other and forced the stick into his back breaking his ribs. "Behind you". Xayne found herself screaming when the first man grabbed a stake. Shane turned back quickly and was welcome by the stake that was thrust into his chest. He groaned loudly staring into the man's yellow eyes. Shane's fingers grew into thick claw and he thrust it into the stomach of the man causing him to loudly.

He swallowed hard as his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. Standing before him was Shawn Xander. Easily six-foot-two, broad-shouldered, wearing a wine-red dress shirt that set off his sharp frame. His features were striking, all cut lines and symmetry, youthful yet shadowed with something darker. The others had tried to stand out with rainbow-dyed hair or garish styles, but he kept it simple: a close-cropped buzz cut. The kind of cut that only worked on men whose faces could carry it. On him, it made his strong brows and bold features even more commanding. Too handsome, almost unreal.

"Don't be ridiculous, Terrence, and stop using such an awful word! You're treating me like a goddamn villain!" Terrence couldn't help smirking "But you look like a hot villain right now. And I'm eager to surrender if you use your deadly charms on me." "Hmm.." Athena began poking her fingers into his chest with a devilish grin. "You're aware that I've got mood swings from time to time right?" "U-huh!" He nodded.

"No offense, but I'd rather take my car. You guys probably smell really bad right now, making my car seem really clean." Connor laughed, shaking his head. "No offense taken. You know where the bowling alley is, right?" I nodded my head in response, and then we were off. I parked besides Connor, and we all met up inside. We all chipped in to pay for a few games and then got our shoes. Connor moved to stand next to me, "Here's an opportunity to learn something weird about you. Your shoe size. I'm going to guess a 7?" I laughed, shaking my head. "Nope, I'm actually a 9. I got big feet."

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Panic flares hot through my chest, and a hysterical breakdown threatens to overwhelm me. If I weren’t scared out of my mind, I’d actually appreciate how attractive Xander is. He has longish, dark brown hair, and strands fall over his forehead, making him look like one of the bad boys Papa Rocky Ace always warned me about. His eyes are brown with golden flecks giving me the impression he’s a jokester. He’s not dressed in a suit like Olga’s other guards but is wearing black cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and boots. There are tattoos on the back of his hands running all the way up his forearms, where I can see his veins snaking beneath his skin.

“Xander wants me to be distracted, so I will let myself be distracted. And we will beef up security on him so that, if he goes to Piper… which I think he plans to do… we can be ready to follow.” “Put trackers in his shoes.” “What?” “When we were pups, Xander had this really weird thing about shoes. He had to have them. He hated to walk barefoot.” “He’s a werewolf.” “I know. It’s bizarre. But I’m telling you, it was really rare for Xander to go anywhere without a pair of shoes. I can't imagine he grew out of that. Maybe, but I doubt it. Put trackers in all of his shoes, and I don't think you will lose him.”