Deadly 6 Sonic Novels & Stories

I sighed. “I didn’t say anything about not being your friend, and I'm pretty sure Cash, Eli, and Summer feel the same. Six is just mad because for the first time in his life, he's been stunned by a beautiful girl,” he scoffed. I was grateful that my cheeks couldn't be seen over the phone. “Hang up the phone.” That deadly voice sounded. “Make me,” Westley told him.

Delta-Six was supposed to be dead. We'd watched his vitals flatline, saw the report, grieved in our own detached way. And now, his digital trail had crawled into my system like a virus. Cameron showed me the string of data, and at the tail end was a message buried beneath layers of encryption. "They're waking up. Not enemies. Not yet. Be ready. - D6." It wasn't possible. But it was.

, Sly said. "So what do we report back to Lord Dracula?" He asked the group, confused. "We have never failed in our mission before, that is why we have the reputation as the deadly 6 and we are not about to fail now", Ax said confidently. "Let's each split up and go different directions. I believe before tonight we will find something useful to report back to Lord Dracula", he said. "Good but remember we are instructions, no one should engage the enemy when he finds it but report back here later tonight. Cobra and the originals will finish the job", Sly said with a devilish smile, as the deadly 6, all wearing black went their different ways.

Tom muttered. As Bob tried to rouse Drex, the patrol car turned toward the site of the murder. Tom felt goosebumps prickle his skin; he was terrified of encountering either his friend’s ghost or the creature that had taken his life. "It's so quiet here, Bob. Not a soul in sight," Tom whispered. "This is bad! Drex! Drex! Wake up!" Bob shouted, trying to wake the deep-sleeping Lycan.

But he lost his strength, and his hand fell limply in midair. The genius healer Sebastian died by poison under a full moon—the same way his most beloved mate had died. - Meanwhile, I opened my eyes in the human world. I stared at the concrete ceiling for a while, lost in thought. There was no suffocating herbal scent or bone-deep, searing pain. There was only the smell of mustard drifting up from the hot dog stand downstairs. I rolled out of bed, bare feet touching the floor. The cool, real sensation grounded me. I was really back.