Cyclops Full Power Optic Blast Novels & Stories

“We board the boats and fight our way out of here.” An explosion echoed through the halls of the building, it was a Kolysian weapon. The sharp crack their plasma emitted was distinct in its noise. Comparable to the shattering of a thousand glass windows mixed by the piercing howl of a coming storm. If her memory served her well, it was a Cyclone bomb. “The vortex implosion should have cleared by now.” Froster muttered. Likaya sighed, such was the plight of the soldier. Challenges were never ending. “I do prefer the plan to hunt them one by one, which one do you prefer?” She asked.

She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest. Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly. "Omar, I'm really sorry." Hiccup. "I'm really really sorry. But I needed this break, at least I thought that was what I needed.... Bit I miss you terribly...."

"Bring our empire into the light. Force the bloodline out." I throw my head back against his scarred shoulder, my silver waves tangling in his dark hair as I unleash the final, cataclysmic reserve of my hearth-fire. The gold-and-violet supernova in my eyes snaps open, blindingly bright, and a raw, triumphant roar echoes from my chest, perfectly synchronized with a subterranean howl that tears from Clyde’s throat. The room vibrates with a sudden, massive kinetic shockwave that shatters the candle jars along the basalt shelves, plunging us into a twilight illuminated only by the brilliant, magical discharge of our combined auras.

We are slightly faster than cheetahs when we put our minds to it and at this moment my people were being slaughtered. My mind was fully on this. The cyclops flared its huge nostril picked up a piece of debris from the ground and flung it at me. I leaped to the side a second before the chunk of land hit me. “You die!!!” it yelled out in annoyance. “No, you die!!!” I flung the rod with so much force I heard a loud pop from my shoulder. The iron pierced his iris and escaped out of the other side of his head. The monstrous beast staggered for a moment before falling on its back. I felt the earth shake underneath my feet at the impact of his fall.

I finally give up and just lay back against the tub deciding to just let it be for now. My mind drifts back to the night's events. I start back tracking my conversation with the sexy galactic soldier, and Immediately start criticizing myself for not having a better attitude during the conversation. I want to shake it off, but for some reason I get trapped on his facial expressions but most of all his hypnotizing eyes the intense feline like almond shapes seem to burn into my mind teasing me; the warm hazel glow drawing me in holding my attention with their seductive stare.

Mar turned in mid air and landed next to the sniper. “You dare ignore me?!” hissed Venet as he sent a volley of sharp winds towards the two. “Vortex round!” Lilith cried, slamming a red bullet into her rifle in record speed and blasting it at the pissed out mage. A flaming vortex shot out of her weapon, getting bigger at it made its way towards Venet. It engulfed the wind he aimed at the two and got even bigger. The viper cursed as he jumped out of the way, only to see Mar standing right where he landed. Mar quickly jabbed the crest upon his chest, sending him hurling to the ground, his token in pieces.

Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him. 2Pac glided through the flames, and it seemed like he was walking in slow motion. The metal man’s eyes still shined brightly, like high beams on a Ferrari. Mark’s skin became chilled when he saw how 2Pac didn’t have a scratch on his gleaming, armored body. The fire didn’t affect 2Pac’s shirtless metal physique. The blast didn’t even affect the light diodes in his high-resolution eyes. This was not good since the explosion compromised the integrity of Mark’s exoskeleton suit.

"Why… you fucking twerp!" Cyclops was apoplectic to hear Jayee shouting at him. In a flash, a bottle was in his hand before he back-smashed it on Jaybee's head, drenching him in alcohol. Jaybee collapsed to the floor. Cyclops immediately seized the moment and kicked the young man while he was down. "You snappin' at me, you fucking brat!?" He pulled his own black shirt away from himself, revealing large swathes of tattoos all over his body. "High time we get an orgy party, boys!"

"She is living in hell but she is not broken, Yang" Damon looked out of the window towards the place where she slapped him. "There is a fire in her big eyes... They dazzle, they blaze and I want to test it... I want to snatch that fire from her eyes." He smirked evilly. "She will be my exception, my distraction!"

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.