Crosshair Bad Batch 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.

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.

My wounds were stinging badly and I sobbed on the grass where he had left me. I could see he was mad. Really mad and he wanted to vent his anger on some unfortunate person who just happened to be me. He dumped a bag close to my head and I craned my neck to see what he was doing. In the bag, he produced items that made me cringe. A leather whip, a bow and a quiver full of arrows, a gun, a catapult, rope, duct tape and bullets. Don't forget his trusted knife.

The leaves on the tree withered like they have been burned and then the leaves fell to the ground, the tree were dying. Serra's heart leaped and she almost caught out of breath. They turned around and saw three Badbloods behind them in the distance. The one has a quiver full of arrows on his back, a huge gray wolf with sharp teeth and vicious pair of ember eyes, and another man that quickly vanished behind a tree and ran towards them.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

He then began to reveal that wolves are allergic to wolfsbane, known for its toxicity, which could cause severe burns upon contact and potentially fatal illness if ingested. Sky, overwhelmed with fear, began to cry, her breath coming in short gasps. The antagonist approached the cage, inquiring about her well-being. As he unlocked the cage and stooped down, Sky seized the moment, delivering a swift kick to his groin. He collapsed, gasping and howling in agony. Regaining his footing, he shouted for assistance to apprehend her. Shay, realizing she was trapped at a dead end, halted in despair.

He was determined to never be the reason behind her woes. *** The crossroads were tinged with a subtle orange of the setting sun. The chickens had already retired into their coop for the night. Bhoomika stood in her backyard, gazing longingly into the distance, as if expecting someone. There was a power blackout, and it was quite dark and eerie. She wasn’t quite sure, but she thought she could see a faint movement in the distance. She strained her eyes and soon enough saw someone closing in. It was the tall, handsome stranger from the train, the one who entertained her with his theatrics every day. He paused outside the fence and smiled at her.

Bastard! . .

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