Buzz Lightyear X Ray Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“Wish that I had that gift.” Zyra gave her a dimpled grin. “My mate certainly wishes I did not.” Fury, still standing next to Rebekah, winced at the fears those words conjured. Aware she’d be mighty hard to mate with such a gift. Unless she was in the mood for such play. “Let’s get indoors.” He suggested. “Before they wake.” He nodded toward the creatures. Once inside the hut, Fury kicked the door closed. Zyra held out her hands and slowly rubbed her fingers together. Creating vibrant, flickering white light to brighten the dwelling. It hissed and snapped as her fingertips scraped together.

"It’s just... the other half of the light. I can hold it. I can make the sun blink." We moved to the highest point of the Black Crag—the Crowned Summit, a jagged peak that was protected by a series of ancient, lead-lined arches. The heat was still astronomical, the white light of Solis beating against the stones like a physical hammer. Nathaniel had constructed a "Blight-Diffuser" out of salvaged iron and quartz. Inside the glass chamber, a swirling mass of oily, black smoke—the captured Blight—was thrumming with a predatory hunger.

they could snap to break Cillian’s spirit. Maya pulled the UV light and a small, silver-weighted baton from her belt. One of the wolves lunged—a blur of teeth and wet fur. She dropped low, sliding on the ice, and clicked the light to its highest setting. The concentrated UV beam hit the wolf square in its dilated pupils.

Lalaine was shocked when she found Stella laying on the floor, the moon light illuminates her like flittering lights in the night. The crystal orbs surrounds her, slowly lifting her from the ground. She immediately called out Nana, Aeriol, Nathaniel, and Lynx. Aeriol immediately pull out Stella from the illuminating light and lay her to bed. Nathaniel and Lynx looks out the window and saw a beautiful red rose. As if the moon light blessing it. The more light it absorb, the radiant the color gets. Lynx trails back to Leis last words.

Elder Yueqiu's eyes flashed as her pretty face turned frosty, and she berated in a delicate voice, "Who's sneaking around! Quickly get the fuck out here!" RUMBLE! She activated the Genuine Vitality in her body. With a gentle flick of her sleeve, a red light beam was released from her jade-like hand, which shot straight into the depths of the fog ahead. "Humph!" A cold snort came from the fog. Closely behind! It was also a blue light beam, which penetrated the dense fog and collided with Elder Yueqiu's red light beam in the air. The strong aftershocks from the explosion instantly scattered the surrounding fog!

He neared Xyrelle, his eyes widened. That wasn’t a bracelet at all but a pattern inked into her skin, a matrics of swirling lines that was popular on the Luminaris. He froze when realization dawned on him. “You..you—“ He didn’t finish. Xyrelle moved with lightening swiftness, striking out at him with her open hand. Before he could comprehend what was going on, a blow landed on his chest. This would’ve sent him down gasping for air if he had been a human being.

The brightness of the ball half blinded him for a second but he was able to catch it with his palm, it burned his skin and he grunted, stumbling back. Xanth and Iris turned around, they had seen Ryder blur past them and they had noticed from the corner of their eyes, a blinding white light collide with something and dispersed. Iris frowned, Xanth looked on in surprise and Ryder was visibly very angry. She was here. Lyra laughed heartily and leaned onto a tree close to her, she watched the three in amusement, focusing mostly on Ryder who had anticipated her attack and stopped it with his bare hands. She was amused but then he had not been that quick, he had not been able to use his energy to

Rhys whispered, looking up at the black sky. One of the stars was moving. It wasn't a satellite. It was a blinking, silver light that pulsed in a familiar rhythm. Long-short-long. "Julian," Elara breathed. The Ghost of the Oscillator was still out there, embedded in the background radiation of the universe. He couldn't speak, but he could point the way. The light was pulsing toward the highest spire of the Needle City—a place where a single, golden light was burning in a window.

Lyra’s voice tightened, her hand instinctively reaching for his tactical vest. ​"I’m going to disrupt the physics of the room," Julian said simply. He reached into his tactical pouch and pulled out a heavy-duty magnesium flare. "The laser grid operates on light-intensity calibration. If I flood this tunnel with enough raw lumens, the sensors will blind out for three seconds before the system can recalibrate and log the error." ​"And if the system registers the blinding as a breach instead of an error?" Lyra asked, her eyes locked on his.