Crosshair Bad Batch Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Mathew said nothing before he left and she was inclined to follow him. Getting to the Staff workspace, there was news on the T.V about CRUZ company. There was silence as Maria stood to watch the news. There was a rumor going on about the CRUZ enterprise producing fake designs and adulterated paintings. Some top executives of other companies noted their disapproval of the CRUZ company and its methods. Nearly all of them said that they had no intentions of working with the CRUZ company. "How long has this rumor been going on?" Maria asked Dr. Mathew. She seemed cool and ordered but everyone knew that she would soon blow off her lid sooner.

Somehow, Adams had twisted my favorite game into something deadly. Every attempt he made to kill me nibbled at my confidence. Adrenaline made my senses sharper, suppressed the fear and made me faster. I knew he would kill me if he found me. I wouldn't make it out alive. A stone whistled past my ear and struck a pine tree by my left. He had started using the catapult and from the distance and aim, he was good. I zigzagged through tress and a low branch hit my face so hard, my vision blurred a bit. I didn't have time to examine the scratch neither did I have spare energy for that.

Balls And waves of red hot fire and golden flames flew like raindrops, knocking its target. The patrols fought for their lives, slashing and trusting their spears and swords to the enemies. Bong and Bato were fighting back to back a black wolf but suddenly the grasses on their feet grew and wrapped them. They helplessly cut the grasses but they just keep growing. Seizing the opportunity, the wolf lunged at the both of them and bit their head off. Bato's perfectly round and shiny head rolled on the ground and was squashed to pulp by a Reaper. Rila stared in horror at her friends. She picked a dagger from her hips and threw it on the plant Badblood. The dagger sunk perfectly on the forehead.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Rebbeca tried in vain to shield her face, but Roxcy’s onslaught was relentless. The crowd erupted in cheers, captivated by Roxcy’s fluid, graceful movements and her sheer dominance in the exchange. Rebbeca was struggling, her strength fading, and Roxcy knew she had to end this fight quickly. With one final burst of energy, Roxcy grabbed Rebbeca’s head in both hands, positioned herself, and delivered a powerful kick to the champion’s midsection. Rebbeca went limp, her eyes rolling back as she collapsed to the mat, unconscious.

“Gigi, don’t pay attention to them. Just mindlink me and drown out their stupid laughter. They’re clearly both just dumb pawns that are trying to make themselves feel more important than they are by torturing us.” “They’re not wrong though,” Gigi replied. “My wolf is messed up. It’s my own fault. I killed my wolf by accident when I was a kid. And I finally brought it back to life… and I guess this is what a zombie wolf looks like.” “But, Gigi, that’s amazing! That you were able to bring your wolf back to life! It’s a miracle. Your wolf has battle scars. Why would you be embarrassed of a wolf that has literally been to the other realm and back?”

Even with the scandal that happened last month, she was determined to go and see for herself. Xavier Marchand, the Beta of Shadow Pack, has always followed the rules that his sister called him a stickler that he wanted to prove her wrong. And the chance to do it arrived in the form of blue eyes and blonde hair. Can Xavier do it? Can he ignore the rules and follow his heart instead? 📌Gamma's Game An agreement, a claim, a fate

Liam said, his voice a low, terrifying snarl. ​He pried open a crate with his claws. Inside were crossbow bolts, but the tips weren't steel or silver. They were made of a strange, translucent black glass that hummed with a sick, oily energy. ​"Obsidian-Core," Marcus whispered, his face turning pale. "It's illegal in all five packs. It's designed to bypass Alpha-skin. It rots the healing factor from the inside out."

"Sir..." I exhaled slowly and waved a hand. "Let the 'VIP customer' have them." The staff exchanged glances laced with pity as Thomas accepted the box with gleeful satisfaction. Turning to me, he sneered, "Tsk. You can only window-shop these luxuries, huh?" "Check, please," he declared grandly, flashing a credit card. Those crocodile-leather shoes, priced at $1.38 million, were not items for flashy people like him. Even if he sold every knock-off item on his body, he couldn't cover the deposit.