Crosshair Bad Batch Novels & Stories

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.

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

The blonde man took the keyboard and pressed a line of code. Like just looking for information about playing cards, he is looking for information about crossbows. The crossbow shows more information than playing cards. He stared at the information on the computer screen, basically what the international masters got in the competition, and only one of them was the brightest. That's a code name, Bobcat -- The second killer in the International Top 10 Killers list, his weapon is a crossbow. Information on Bobcat is clear, however, that he is African, nearly forty years old, and that in the last two years there have been signs of withdrawal, often in the public media, on the way to bleaching.

“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?”

No vacation time in the past three years, and no sick leave. I'd wracked up my days for just this occasion. I knew when I finally got my hands on her again it was going to take at least that long for me to feel like I'd put my stamp on her. I just needed these fucks to finish up this deal so I could burn their asses and be done with it. There had been an influx of new crank coming into the US from Europe of all places. This shit made everything that came before it look like child's play. It was supposedly laced with some chemical that some twisted fuck in Russia concocted in a lab and was geared strictly towards the US.

I glared at him, "I just finished my fucking homework you twat and you ask where my spirit is? Well, it crawled up my ass and died." He tutted, "Must be science something or you wouldn't be this crappy." "What the fu-" I began but he cut me off by throwing the bags he was carrying to me. I checked inside the bag, to find indeed, new sneakers peeking from the inside, half wrapped in a paper. Must be expensive, it was some Italian or perhaps France label at the outside, and the design was gracefully rocker and sexy. I glanced up at him, "Well this is nice..." I trailed off appreciatively.

“Brother Xelo, did I not warn you that I would not forgive you if you give me a trash item?” Brother Xelo held his abdomen in pain and said, “Sister Juliet, this is a misunderstanding. Look carefully, this is not a normal crossbow.” Taking the crossbow out of the box, he continued, “Sister Juliet, this is the world’s most overpowered crossbow—the invisible XLT crossbow. It was made by a famous American crossbow company called the Family Spiritual Lords Company. It’s definitely a good crossbow.” Juliet got excited after she heard Brother Xelo’s explanation. She then took the crossbow from his hands.

, He had felt that shiver since he was so close to her. "Yeah, tots", she lied easily as she gulped down the unwanted lump that was forming in her throat. Soon, he turned to face the television and they chose their anime characters in the game. Kaylee chose a girl with wine-colored hair and Kavinsky chose his normal black-colored hair character. They started fighting in the game and after not even a minute, Kavinsky's character killed Kaylee own. Kaylee glared at him and started the game back herself. They fought again and Kavinsky won. He laughed hysterically and when he saw Kaylee's face, he held back his laughter. He cleared his throat and asked her.