Caraxes Novels & Stories

Axel says, it just feels like it's going to be a good day. Want to go to the coffee shop and get some muffins. I guess so just let me get dressed grabbing a simple black T-shirt with a pair of dark Wrangler jeans and my brown work boots, I go into the bathroom for a quick shower. I make my way downstairs to meet Axel, he says while laughing it's about time you ready man your slower than a woman. Rolling my eyes we head to the garage that has my Mustang, Camaro, and my baby my favorite so far 2020 Porsche 718 Gt4 Cayman with a beautiful yellow exterior, black, and yellow leather seats.

Aleister smirked at her slinging the battle-ax over his shoulder. "Shut up." Manticat stared at the destruction Ruby's scythe had inflicted upon the forest and then stared at his small ax. He stared at it with a betrayed look as if only realizing that it was a fake product sold to him by the amazing magic of advertisement. He threw his ax away, accidentally killing a crow who fell dead on the ground and went back inside the house.

Thea's frightened eyes peered out from behind him. "Get her in the truck. We need to get out of here." Easier said than done when three shapes came hurtling over said vehicle. Marc, a chair leg in one hand, Jaxon, his revolver pointed, and Trent, hands half shifted in a feat only strong alphas could accomplish, met their charge.

Alex asked, poking a metal fork at one. "A- yes ma'am." Alex scrunched her nose in disgust. She knew it. "What's this then?" She tipped the glass of pink stuff towards him. "That's rooart. It's made from fermented moss." "It's not too bad," she said, taking a generous sip. Weylin looked away. "How old are you?" she asked in between roars of excitement from the crowd. "Seventeen cycles, ma'am." "Call me Alex, not ma'am. It makes me feel old."

Beneath the tough, arrogant exterior, he really is a thoughtful bastard. Fuck, this car is amazing. A wave of excitement crashes through me as I start the engine and see the dashboard light up, my heart pounding in my chest. This thing is like a fucking spaceship compared to my rusty little Honda- it’s got all the options and upgrades you could dream of. Power windows and locks, kickass stereo, panoramic sunroof. Heated leather seats. I click the button to turn them on, and by the time I put the car into gear, I can already feel my ass getting toasty.

On the top of the pile was a small circular disk. Creed grabbed the disk and pressed a button on the rim of the disk. A pre-recorded hologram immediately appeared in front of his face. Rolin, with his snale-like head, was staring at him. "There are all the arrows that I could arrange. A 234 in total. They are made of Darthar steel that didn't pass the quality check, yet they should be stronger and durable than any human-made arrows." He continued, "I suggest that you use them with caution… and send me the payment as soon as possible!"

I tap the keys controls and a random car beeps. "No way….!" Alex gasp. "This baby is our ride" she giggles at a black coloured 2021 model lamborghini. "No way!!" We rush to the car. "It's speed is abnormal" I feel the cars surface. "Honestly,I love being a huntress" Alex smiles. "Sometimes I do,another I don't" my expression mix. "Ignore the car mate,these weapons are dope" Alex calls. Rifles,snipers, bazookas, wolf banes,silver katana swords,silver blades,cross bows,silver arrows,short guns,wolf bane grenades,mini guns e.t.c

Xander took out a metal dragon from within his inner pocket to look at it once more. He turned it over in his hand and stared at the intricate pattern that made its scales. “Prince Alexander, the class is about to end, and yet it seems like you haven’t heard a single word from your professor,” said Mordecai who sat to his right. “I just noticed,” Xander replied, ignoring his comment. “Dorin works on metal by thinning it out and striking it at one side, like stamping on a sheet of tin.”

When he sees me he smiles and walks over. -How's it going?- he asks as if we have known each other We've known each other all our lives. I shrug my shoulders. - I'm Axel, and you? -Kara- I answer. -Axel, come on, there are some hot twins and Campbell doesn't want you to come- says the blond entering the kitchen and shouting a little bit because of the music- oh the waitress, I'm Liam. -Kara- I answer without much enthusiasm.

I would never want to be the reason anyone else goes through the same thing. So I've been thinking of horse betting. Horses of great speed can cost us millions to start off but they can also make us billions. I'll take the risk but I'm gonna need a backup plan. I was really missing Roxy. She would suggest all kinds of things to me, brainstorming ideas for each suggestion... **Flashback** "What's this one?" Roxy asked picking up a gun. "That is a Romanian Carbine. Known as AK Draco," Jack stated.