Caraxes Novels & Stories

Is this meant to be unsettling? "You chose this shirt for me yourself. Who do you want to blame?" "Your boobs," Axe replied sarcastically. He looked away and chose to focus ahead as the car engine started. "But Ale isn't as shortsighted as you. He's a nice guy - nice." "Whatever. Just take off all your clothes in front of that nice guy. If you get pounced on, don't look for me." Axe's sentence ended with a speeding car. He's upset, as his knuckles are turning white - he's gripping the steering wheel too tightly. Maybe I was wrong to praise Alessandro in front of him.

He has a large smile on his face as he hands me a black bag. “I know Serena plans to take you shopping, but this is from me. I know you’re eyeing the Head Tracker position, so hopefully, these will help.” Excitement courses through me as I set my plate on a table and hand the bag from the elders to Axel to hold as I open his gift, a smile forming when I find a few throwing knives and braces for my ankles inside. “Thank you so much!” I couldn’t help the shock while my hands caress the blades of a throwing knife, the craftsmanship beautiful and light. These would be perfect in dealing with a soulless.

Blood soaked through the side panels to form a black puddle on the floor. I stop breathing and grab onto the arm next to me. It’s Jackson’s. He’s completely unaware of my action … staring bug-eyed at the box. Is it Aria? Or Lee? “Fuck,” Axel swears soundlessly while slowly stepping forward. “Should I open it?” he asks softly, gripping the crowbar in both hands at his chest. “Yeah,” Alejandro rumbles in a low voice, unsure, hesitant. Axel takes a deep breath and pries open the crate.

My eyes scanned the exotic cars, searching for my La Ferrari amongst the sea of cars. “Mine has 10 handguns, 4 assault rifles, 8 knives and 3 shotguns.” Ace said as he smirked victoriously. “So we’re taking mine amore.” Not in the mood to argue, I rolled my eyes and followed him. We arrived at a gorgeous bright red Porsche 918. Ace reached in the truck and pulled out a duffle bag filled with weapons and ammo. I touched the outside of the car to feel that it was reinforced with metal, making the exterior hard and impenetrable. The wheels had small spikes, which would easily take out any vehicle that tried to ram into us. It was like a fucking Italian Bat Mobile. Romano and Alice got into his

The rhythm turned tainted as she pulled out a weapon from her mind palace. "We call this one the 'Crescent Howling Reaver'" She spoke without any hesitation, "The very first is a Battle Ax Armas we present, reaped from the soul of the Hybrid Bloodthorn beast from the abysmal valleys of 'Tankosha'. The battle axe not just fits to the hand but it harbors the screaming rage of the Alpha, who not just kills but brutally mutilates the corpse of its victim. A valued gift for all the Tankers and damage dealers out there. The starting bid for this one is 5000 dollars." Creed's eyebrows unsettled as he saw the blood lust coming out of the weapon. He gulped a mouthful when he realized that the battle

Meg gave each of the council members one pearl to absorb and put the rest in the guild vault and banned Xasha from touching them. The guild had gotten more popular over the last two years for their non-combat magic devices. They had entered the transportation industry and drove carriages out of business. They designed rectangular metal boxes that were 12 meters long and 9 meters high, some are even 18 meters high. They have 6 wheels made from Demon OX leather filled with air, the Demon Ox was a low-level shadow energy beast, its skin was very thick but very elastic.

Chapter: 70. **** "See any you like, love?" "Any I like? Is that a joke question? Of course, I see lots of ones I like!" "Show me?" "Show you?" He nodded and Alexander bit his bottom lip and moved in circles as he accessed the cars. "That one." He pointed to a sex black whip. "Ah, that is a Rolls-Royce Sweptail... such exquisite choice, my love." He commended. "Found another?" He asked and Alexander searched intently.

Fear that something had happened, something he couldn’t control or fix. Hours into his search, deep in the forest where the trees stood tall like silent sentinels, Alexandro found her carriage. The horses were missing. The wooden wheels splintered. And the stench of blood hung thick in the air. His heart pounded. He jumped down from his horse and approached slowly, dread curling tighter in his gut with every step. The driver lay slumped forward, throat slit. His blood had long dried into the earth. “No…” Alexandro whispered, the fury rising in his veins like wildfire. He called her name into the woods. “Serena!”

Ryan yelled getting in Creed face pointing at him with his finger “ She gets shotgun.” Alex announced stepping outside of the grams and gramps house with a basket. “ what? How the hell is that far?” Creed gasped pouting toward the truck “ because I am not sitting next to you for a long ass car drive listening to you bitch at the other. Also she at least doesn’t judge my driving” he smirked walking over to the driver's side opening the door “ Get in before I leave you both” he announced hoping in himself. Shuffling around in my seat, he hands me the basket to put at my feet.

Flowery flowers. He really went all out with the polishing and waxing, removing his cuirass and shirt to get some real elbow grease into it. I tried to watch how he worked on his weapons, sliding his hands around, really grinding down the edges to a brilliant sheen that you could tell was razor sharp just by looking, but I had to look away. Watching a sweaty man with an extremely hairy back is no easy thing before breakfast. Maurice pointed at a small axe. “Can I borrow this?”