Bumblebee X Blitzwing Novels & Stories

... 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."

“Have I not caught you yet, daughter of Beelzebub?” Cent answered his arrogant comeback with a snort. “Let us see about that then.” On cue, a surge of black and red slaughter butterflies flew from the swamp waters the moment the hundreds of deadly feathers raced to Maleficent. The butterflies intercepted the first half of the feathers—devouring them in one go. The second half of the flock of feathers was able to avoid the onslaught of slaughter butterflies when they were able to swerve from the ascending attack of the butterflies.

Beemo had taken several mana and healing potions to replenish his energy and heal his minor injuries. Every time the jetstreams of air collided with the body of the flaming lady, it sounded like a bomb had set off. Among the chaos of explosions, Beemo, feeling refreshed, rose from his crater majestically, taking flight into the sky with full power. He flew through the transparent body of the flaming lady like it was but open air. He headed straight for salesman Vega, who had joined the fight against Xasha while leaving the flaming lady to deal with him.

There came the blasting sounds from the sky, and the terrifying energy waves spread out like tides. A wail was heard. The huge shadow of the Vermilion Bird was smashed into pieces by the Metallic Mantis and turned into flames all over the sky. The Black Tortoise, who was the guardian of the second giant, also broke into pieces under the attack of the Metallic Mantis. The second giant was sent flying backward with blood gushing out of his mouth. Obviously, he was defeated.

The crisp Alpine air was entirely shattered by the high – pitched, hungry whine of our sleek, black VTOL's engines. I stopped at the base of the metal stairs, my dark, piercing eyes sweeping over the three figures waiting for us. The Vanguard. The transformation was breathtaking. The desperate, frantic adrenaline of the night before had solidified into an unbreakable, lethal unity. Sloane stood tall, her heavy Kevlar vest strapped securely over her dark t – shirt, her flinty eyes radiating a renewed, stoic focus. Beside her, Jessica looked magnificent. The pampered socialite was gone; in her place stood a quiet, devoted shadow. I immediately noticed the dark, blooming bruise just beneath Jes

I began to tingle between my legs, dying to feel him inside me again. "Steph," Alaric whispered into my ear as his fingers trailed down my arms. "What do you call a bee that makes milk?" My eyebrows furrowed down at his question. "What?" I breathed out. His body shook slightly with laughter before he answered. "Boo-bees." I rolled my eyes, laughing lightly as he whispered into my ear again. "Why did the mermaid wear seashells?" His fingers trailed up my arms again, leaving a trail of goosebumps despite the hot water. "Why?"

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

I yell at him, but he refuses to leave me. Instead, he moves himself so that his head is underneath my rear end, pushing me up the mountain faster. He lifts his head slightly and I end up sliding down his neck. Thankfully, the spikes on his neck close with me going in this direction. As soon as I'm on his back, I grab hold of his neck spikes and he begins to run faster. “They're going to leap off the mountain, cut them off!” I hear one of the males yelling behind me. “I've got them,” the girl with the wings and the blue scales says. Because she has wings, she's able to fly faster, closer to us.

They circled me slowly, brushing against my fur like they recognized me. Calm slipped in before I could resist it. One flew too close. I reached out, curious. The moment my paw touched it, the butterfly exploded. Fire burst against my face. I staggered back, startled, expecting pain. There was none. Did I burn it? "No. They are made for you. Not even the Ice Twin has this gift. We use them as weapons. That blast would harm anyone else. You are untouched. Their explosions are kind." A quiet smile formed, slow and unsure.

The fire was blazing in Dillon's eyes, and they were raging crazy. They were startled when all of a sudden, they heard the deafening boom of an explosion. They did not move from their stance, and Bella smiled to herself. She spoke to me in a malicious manner and added, "I warned you, rouges and hunters are preparing." "You even hurt me, their princess," she says, admitting that she was harmed by him. The explosion continued until the Alpha, who had been communicating with Dillon through his mind, contacted him. Bella let out an audible sigh after being slammed to the ground by Dillon, who had a sneer on his face as he did it.