Clone Trooper Hardcase Novels & Stories

It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun. Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too. By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.

I see movement from the corner of the roof again, then the shooter screams as he goes flying off the roof, landing in an ugly splat on the concrete. “Oops. He must have slipped,” Quirin says, now standing in the corner of the building where the shooter was a moment ago. He's got his hands on his hips and he's staring down at the dead man. “Hacker, can you take pictures of this?” Saber asks as she and Hellfire get to the roof. She begins showing me the guns and the bullet casings lying on the ground. Striker crouches down in front of a bag. “What the hell is this shit?” he asks. “Are they also trafficking guns?”

The Reapers were coming for the final harvest, their black tactical gear making them look like spiders dropping from a web. ​"Let them come," Malakai growled. He didn't head for the roof access door. Instead, he moved toward a stack of industrial crates marked for the hotel’s ongoing penthouse renovations. He kicked a pallet aside, revealing a heavy, military-grade briefcase. He didn't open it; he smashed the digital lock with the butt of his gun and ripped the lid back. ​Inside wasn't another gun. It was a localized EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse) generator—a prototype he must have diverted from a Council shipment years ago.

But as Dax ripped the knife free, a third Null-Trooper stepped up behind him, raising a heavy, hydraulic-powered fist. "Dax!" I screamed, drawing my heavy kinetic pistol and firing three rounds into the Trooper's back. The bullets flattened harmlessly against the thick grey armor. Dax spun around just as the massive iron fist descended. He raised his left arm, crossing it in front of his face to block. The impact was catastrophic. The Trooper's fist slammed into Dax's dead liquid-chrome gauntlet. The shockwave threw Dax to his knees, the metal of the gauntlet denting violently. But it held. The Chrome Throne's armor was still the densest material on the planet, even without power.

It was a card with gold-embossed lettering: The Thorne-Vance Gala for Global Security. "Caspian," I whispered. "He carries the biometric keycard for the 'Vault' access. If I can get close enough to clone it, we can shut the whole system down from the inside before the test run even starts." The transition was a collision of worlds. While Jax and Viper worked the tech, the Ravaged Pack was struggling with the "civilization" of the Heights. I walked into the kitchen to find three of Torin’s fiercest hunters staring at a touch-screen refrigerator as if it were an alien artifact. One of them had accidentally triggered the sparkling water dispenser and was currently snarling at the carbonated his

The plastic casing cracked, tape unspooling in tangled ribbons across the floor. I gasped, hands flying to her mouth. "He said there are other copies, let's wipe them out!" We scrambled into action, scouring the apartment for any remaining tapes. One by one, we wrecked them beyond repair until a pile of mangled cassettes lay strewn across the floor. Then Trent grabbed Enzo's laptop, yanking out the hard drive and bashing the components to bits with a lamp. Finally, surrounded by destruction, the three of us stood catching our breath.

the other guy asked, eliciting a laughter from the leader . Silas grunted and his claws popped out of his fingers, the sharpness of the Alpha's claws glinting in the sunlight that streamed into the forest through the spaces in the tree leaves. “You don't need to come into my territory to make me kill you, your existence alone is a nuisance” Silas said and charged at them. A few minutes later, the dismembered body of the three rogues lay on the floor in an entangled bloody heap, blood dripping out of Silas claws as he wiped them carefully with the white handkerchief he was holding, his previous pristine white shirt stained with blood.

He popped the trunk and he and I tossed each guy in the truck as Scarlet watched. We left for home. About half way there, we heard them talking in the trunk and them trying to kick their way out. I had to laugh as this was an armor infused car. Completely, wolf proof. Mason pulled right up to the cells and we got out. “You can go inside and we will handle them from here.” I told Scarlet. She had a look on her face but ended up nodding. I was thankful I didn’t have to worry about her feelings so I could get what I needed from them.

HUNTER I never had a problem dealing with raging hard-ons in public places before. It’s only when she’s around that my cock suddenly gets stubborn as if it has a mind of its own. I didn’t want to randomly jerk off in my toilet when I got a whole party going on. But I had to since I can’t be walking out there with a raging hard-on beneath these tight shorts. Scar, who boldly came to the party despite fair warning, had the guts to pull me to the side noticing the sword is out, and try stroking my cock. If the mate bond hadn’t clicked, I would have been down for it. But when I looked at her face, I literally felt my skin crawl forcing me to shove her away. The feel of her touching me felt disgu

I looked up to them and sighed again "What do you want me to do?" I asked and Marco smirked "Go back to your clan and take all the electronics in that base" Marco said and I looked at him disbelief "Me? alone? Are you insane? He got a lot of guys there and they will know that I got caught" "Just tell us the place and we'll help you hack the CCTV" "Only that? There's 20 guys inside of that base shit" I bursted "I'm not finish Cassie"