Novelas y relatos de Dirk Strider

Just as Darryl sat down and was about to order a drink, a few burly men gathered around him with an unwelcoming expression. The ferocious leader was wearing a cowhide waistcoat. He was Alandis' famous gang leader, Stryker. "Hey, Kid!" Stryker glared at Darryl and spoke in an arrogant tone. "Get up, b*stard!" Stryker was a regular customer at the tavern and had always sat in the same seat. He became angry when he saw Darryl take up his usual seat. Stryker did not take Darryl seriously because he thought that Darryl was a foreigner!

"That's right. I confirmed this with the locals who’ve seen lights coming out of his body while he’s meditating. Some have even seen him levitating. But the locals call him a monster or a mutant.” "Interesting…" Adrian's interests were piqued. The chances of an immortal living in hiding within Novemton were very low. Jerome would have had fierce competition if that man had participated in the legate selection. Adrian asked, "What's his name and how old is he?" "His name's Strider Hicks and he's twenty this year. He also has an eighteen-year-old sister by the name of Caitlyn Thorne. I've done some digging and found that Strider grew up with his grandfather. It’s said he'd frequently climb the

Her sorrow had become a constant, gnawing ache, and her cries of despair now felt like a burden to those around her every moment even though she had done all the possibilities for this bliss. As the woman's moans grew louder, a man in his forties, holding a torch, approached the dugout, attempting to console her. Unbeknownst to the others, he was surely a spy for the enemy, tasked with identifying aims for their bombers' target. But before he could get close, the distraught woman, sensing his insincerity, slapped him with all her might, knocking him down unconscious. He couldn't bear the blow of a slap, so crumpled to the ground, just as Vicky's elder brother sprang into action, seizing the

Suddenly, her mood changes again. Drake maintained his stern yet dangerous look. “I’m not eavesdropping stray,” he blurted, facing his soldier, who was now shaking. “You, stay away from my stray!” he said with his thunderous tone. “I-I’m sorry, alpha. I appreciated the stray’s beauty…” the soldier stuttered. “No one else can appreciate her beauty!” he said, furious. Emily knitted her forehead; she was giving him a confusing look. “What are you doing, alpha? I thought you were busy with someone else?” she asked interrogatively.

Everyone knows he’s ruthless especially the business world because he gives no room for second chance, many people believe he’s like that because he watch his parents killed by unknown assassin in his front and till this day, the cops couldn’t give him justice , so they don’t blame his attitude. At the underground world, he’s known as STRANGER , the young man who came and beat the Stan group becoming the number one weapon seller. The Stan were angry as they still wonders how he did it, that’s why they became rivals and kept sending men to spy on him to know how he manage to still deliver even tho the process became strict.

We headed downstairs just in time before the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the first alpha. The first to arrive was Strider from the Stormborn Pack. He had jet black unruly hair and bright blue eyes that were almost clear. His aura was imposing, even if he was on the shorter side. I still had to crane my neck to look up at him. If I half squinted my eyes, he almost looked a little like Ethan.

"These straws decide life and death. The short straw represents the younger son. The long straw represents the older son. If one breaks, it means that soul has been destroyed." Now the long straw that represented me had broken. Amanda quickly picked it up. Her hands were shaking. She looked helplessly at Carla and Mick. "If the straw broke, does that mean Harry's soul..." "That's impossible!" Carla immediately cut her off. Even though fear filled her heart, she desperately tried to comfort herself. "Everything has been fine for all these years. How could something suddenly..." She took a deep breath. But she couldn't finish the sentence. Standing at the doorway, Simon had seen everything. Hi

She said. Of course, that was my question when I first saw her. Everything around here is off. Nina Duma, a thirty-one-year rebel who overthrew the rulers of Havin by herself. I know it is a lie, as she was once part of a rebellion. She was a lieutenant to Sera. There is no way she could have done this.

Next to Abigail, the black queen, was Brayden the black king. Brayden wore a black on black suit in military form with several gray scaled badges and marks. There was also a black chain draped in a loop on one shoulder. Meredith looked down to find she was wearing a jacket with a chinese collar and two rows of buttons went down the straight tailored jacket with matching gold buttons on the cuff. She had on black stretch skinny jeans with a thigh strap holding a small dagger. Meredith wore knee high black wedge boots. They were in a distressed leather that looked as though they had been through several scrapples and battles. On her head a single thin gold band crossed around her forehead.

Natasha gasped even louder as she stared at the picture of the Blue Streak standing in the background with Carter on one side, her grandfather on the other and her mother in the middle. "Mom?" her voice was barely a squeak. She moved her eyes from her mother to the man in the background. The Blue Streak. He was in his distinctive blue suit and his mask was off, allowing Natasha to look into his face and it was undoubtedly him. He was smiling. It was him. "My dad was the Blue Streak..." Concerned and totally bewildered, Lucas asked Sally if she could give them a minute. Natasha had walked out of the facility and was standing next to the railings at the entrance where Lucas found her.