Crosshair Bad Batch Novels & Stories

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

“I was really drunk, I couldn’t see her and I thought the differences in the feelings the lack of tingles was because of the bond beginning to snap. I am a complete idiot.” “We agree there.” Chris states. I can’t even be mad at his insult. “It is possible that because the marking was not fully completed and was done unwittingly that the mark may fade in about a month's time.” hope feels my heart and Elder Rose’s words. “But we don’t know how this will affect Ireland, her bond could be severed during that time or could be forever severed. We just won’t know.” And just like that my hope is ripped away from me. Isabelle POV-

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

The zombie began slowly twisting to face me, its elbow digging into my sternum, ripping a pained groan from my lips, but before it could fully turn to bare its teeth at me. A club came whizzing past my face and made the zombie’s head snap back, sending its body to the left and releasing the pressure on my chest with a whimper creeping up my throat. Shit, I need a damn break. I rolled to push off the cold ground, my numb skin burning and yelling at me as I looked up to watch Bax bring the club above her head then back down onto the zombie’s head, painting the snow beneath it with paste and blood. I’m gonna hurl.

The contact sent ripples through the bond, not demanding, just present. “Let go,” I said quietly. He did. We stood there, an arm’s length apart, tension vibrating between us like a drawn bowstring. “You should be shaking,” he said. “I’m not.” “No,” he agreed. “You’re not.” His gaze drifted to the faint scratches on my wrists where the chains had been. Something unreadable passed through his eyes. “The Council has crossed a line,” he continued. “They will push harder now.” “Good,” I said bitterly. “At least they’re honest about wanting me dead.”