Crosshair Bad Batch Novels & Stories

It displayed two colored streaks of lightning circling the globe where one was blue and the other red. Carter pointed to the red one. "This is the new trace we got from the original speedrealm energy which has been reacting at unstable level unlike the normal speedrealm energy." "So, what does this have to do with the 'speedster killer' ?" "I'm getting to that." Carter went on.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

Feeling eyes on him his head snapped to the presence a little away from him and his eyes widened. A beautiful wolf stood there with sparkling copper eyes that had specs of violet in them. Her fur was the color of dusky caramel just like her skin but she had scars on the body of her wolf as well. Hunter couldn't pull his eyes away and then all of a sudden a zap of current ran down his spine and his hand shot up to his neck where the skin was protruding. She marked him!

She just glanced at the two people who visited Shawn as if they weren't important enough to get her attention, and then her gaze stopped at Shawn. The guy was different from his two friends, who looked like homeless people. Shawn, minus the scars on his face, the piercings in his ears, the tattoos on his arms, or even his long messy hair, Jocelyn was sure he could still look neat and classy. His skin was bright and clean. His body is also tall and proportional. His facial structure is excellent, could even say handsome. Well, maybe it was also due to mixed races because usually, mixed-blood didn't look so poor when they really were. And Jocelyn was sure Shawn wasn't pure Indonesian, judging

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

Madeleine Cross -one of the few humans immune to the deadly virus Zion- after an unfortunate turn of events such as the loss of her last remaining parental figure finds herself captured by a BloodHound -a genetically enhanced being, designed to identify and retrieve the last remaining Negatives roaming the Earth. She gets thrown into a sterile room to be subjected to various tests, under the pretence that her blood would be the key to develop an antidote against the deadly virus...But that couldn't be any further than the dark truth.

“No Alpha, but I have the report from Hugo about the substance that was in the hunter's blood.” “Really? What was it?” “It was a combination of Cocaine, Androstenedione, Erythropoietin, Bisoprolol, all human drugs and they mixed them with Vampire Blood, making the effects heightened.” “That is a strange combination.” “Yes it is, and because it is such and it was found in a hunter's system. I contacted Hudson and got him to do some digging and use some of his bed partners again to gather some much-needed information. He found out that it is called batch 839 or since it kind of works how they want, it's known by the Hunters as ‘The Hunters Serum’. Now, not very many of the hunters take it, as

‘Where? Her thumb hesitated. Then: ‘Some new place. The Velvet Hour.’ She waited for his reply. Five seconds. Ten. Nothing. The screen stayed blank, and her stomach dipped. Of course. She lowered her phone slowly to the table. The music suddenly felt louder now. More chaotic. Just when she’d almost forgotten the ache. Just when she’d almost felt… lighter. Without thinking, she reached for another shot and downed it. The burn didn’t feel as satisfying this time.

Pretending nothing happened so the conflict would be swept under the rug—that had always been her way of dealing with our problems. I glanced at the bowl, which appeared to be Avgolemono soup. Again, I shook my head. The one who loved eggs in their soup had never been me. It was Luther. Besides, I was allergic to eggs. Even after six years, Willow couldn't remember that. I let out a quiet sigh and pushed the bowl away. My voice came out hoarse. "I'm not hungry." Willow's voice sharpened instantly. "What are you trying to pull this time, Skyler? Gosh, I'm sick of you!"

That very same evening, another headline dominated the social pages, "Police Raid Abusive Sanitarium Masquerading as Rehabilitation Facility." The internet quickly uncovered that its major shareholder was none other than Dawson Corporation. Countless rescued patients came forward with testimonies of abuse. Within ten minutes, the videos of their stories had surpassed 100 million views. For the first time, the public realized that such blatant atrocities had actually happened in those institutions. Soon after, the trending searches were once again overtaken—this time by Isabella. The damning recording, exposed by Nemera, went viral. In the past, the Dawson family's influence could have suppre