Colonel Mustang Fma Novels & Stories

My mate tilts his huge gun metal grey head back and howls to the moon Goddess telling our team to start. Dylan’s wolf growls, dropping to a fighting stance the minute Clay howls. I don’t give him a chance to attack my mate. I leap at him, biting into his left shoulder ripping the flesh from it and spitting it out. It howls in pain but refuses to attack me.

"You drive like you fight, and we’re going to have a very long night when this is over." "If I wanted a cheerleader, I'd hire a professional," Madison muttered. She slid into the cockpit. The seat molded to her spine, a tight, claustrophobic embrace. She flicked the ignition toggle. The engine behind her head didn't just roar; it barked, a guttural, predatory sound that vibrated through her teeth. Austin’s tuned Mustang pulled up beside her. He revved the engine, the sound tinny and desperate compared to the Lykan. He glared through the tinted glass, his hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel. Behind him, the starting girl raised a checkered flag.

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

M and she had not been expecting anyone before now. ''Identify yourself!'' Miriam demanded sharply as she continued pacing towards the door. ''Don't let me pull the trigger. Identify yourself!'' There was silence still and no response came forth. Miriam swung her arm behind and placed her fingers on the trigger while the gun was still tucked in her panties. In this moment, she cared less that she was in her undies as she had been overtaken by the turn of events on the night. Eventually, by stroke of courage, she dared to grab the door by the handle and instantly brandished the colt pistol at the figure standing outside behind the door. Alas, it was Ben. Ben was Miriam's boyfriend and probabl

He promised himself. The ramp platform kissed the runway with ease as the men descended. They were in the same airstrip as before, only this time a vehicle was waiting for them near a hangar. Swinging their bags over their shoulders, they hooked up their weapons checking them over once more. The men jumped into the wagon and within minutes the transport was peeling from the airstrip. O’Connell pulled out the map and Archer listened as he confirmed the co-ordinates. There would be no pit stop or layover, the team would be in and out as fast as they could. The night time would cover their tracks where it could but time was of the essence.

"Silas and the team are holding the main elevator, but they won't last ten minutes against a tactical squad. We’re taking the sub-level exit." They reached the hangar, a cavernous space carved directly into the mountain rock. Resting in the center, looking like a predatory beast in the shadows, was the armored Mustang. Its matte-black finish drank the red light, and the reinforced tires looked capable of crushing bone. Caleb shoved the keys into Ava’s hand. "You’re driving," he said, his eyes scanning the bay doors. "What? Caleb, I—"

, he asked with excitement in his voice. "Yes I got her, just in time too", I replied. "Alright I'm coming in, just hold on... oh... yeah I think I see you guys... wait who's body is that geez, is that Mario? cramp .... okay okay I see you...I see you guys". Then I saw the helicopter approaching and it was right in front of us. "Dude, there's only space for one person, what do we do?", he asked. "Lower the winch", I said.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu