Dr Robotnik X Agent Stone Novels & Stories

No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now. I gulp, goosebumps rising on my skin. Why is he standing up for me? More importantly, what could he want from me? "Does anyone else have an objection?" He asks casually. Alpha Xander steps back, his eyes wary. "What the hell are you?" The stranger grins, the angle of the sunset lighting a part of his face, making his grin look sinister. "I go by many names. But you can call me Ragnar Thorne." Alpha Xander stiffens, his fa

Alexei Volkov stood in the exact center of the open space, leaning heavily on custom black forearm crutches. The right leg of his tailored trousers was pinned neatly above the knee; the left ended in a gleaming carbon-fiber prosthetic that clicked faintly every time he shifted weight. His lips curled in a rictus of anger as he reached the center of the warehouse. Two containers stood open in front of him. Inside the first: ceramic-composite body armor plates still in their factory wrapping. Inside the second: the micro-drone guidance modules, matte black, sleek, each one worth more than most men made in a decade. The rest of the haul, conflict diamonds reset into antique settings, waited in

Not with the elders standing at the front—six robed figures forming a cold, unmoving circle around the ancient claiming stone. The stone itself was a massive slab of black obsidian, cracked from age and etched with deep claw marks left by past Alphas. Some stains on it would never wash off. They were built into its history. Draven stood closest to it, arms crossed, jaw clenched so tightly a muscle twitched just under his ear. He kept looking toward Jason’s balcony like he expected something to go very, very wrong. He was right. Because today was not peaceful. Today was not sacred.

“There is a weapon that was created by the dragons. It is a dagger, so I am told. You will need to travel to the dragon kingdom and retrieve the weapon. It has to be used to cut the stone out of Thane's chest.” “What?! Why can’t I just tear it out with my claws? Can’t you do the same thing you did the last time to retrieve it from the other wolf?” she shook her head. “Thane has completely connected and became one with the stone. It is essentially the soul of a dragon, so It will take a dragon’s weapon to remove it. The last time I retrieved the stone, its vessel, my so-called friend, had only been connected with it for a few hours. It was easy for me to remove with my magic. Thane has comple

But before they could reach me, a wall of muscle intercepted them. Ronan Stone slammed into the first guard, sending him crashing into a marble pillar. Kael Drakon grabbed the second by the throat, tossing him aside like a ragdoll. The remaining four hesitated, their eyes darting between the two Apex Alphas and the silver-haired girl crackling with ancient power. “Stay back,” Ronan growled, his fists dripping with blood. “Or I’ll tear you apart.” Kael’s obsidian eyes locked onto Elena. “You’re not touching her. Not now. Not ever.”

Everyone knew Drystan’s distaste for interruptions. Drystan turned, his face carved into an expression of cold indifference. But beneath the surface, emotions swirled. Joy, anticipation, and perhaps something darker—possession. “I am happy today, and you should be grateful for that.” His words, though seemingly light, carried an edge. He walked away, each step deliberate, powerful, and unyielding. His mind filled with the thoughts of Rosealba and the desire to unlock a nasty side of her.

"Status?" "I just came from the cells," Valerius says. "Rohan talked. They tried to kill him to shut him up and he decided our side was a better bet." "What did he say?" "The Eclipse is the deadline for the Invitation," Valerius relays rapidly. "But Ryker isn't waiting. He’s moving a heavy asset tonight. Something called the Void Stone." "A Void Stone?" Kaleb asks, stepping closer to listen. "Rohan says it’s an amplifier. They need it to tear the wards down. Marcus’s voice isn’t enough. You have to destroy it. Charlie, they’re moving it from the rail yard right now."

The air smelled of disinfectant and steel. Panic waited for me the moment I opened my eyes. I tried to move. Pain tore through my arms and chest like electricity. A glowing brown stone, bigger than my fist, sat on a pedestal beside me, humming with power. Benchedstone. The bane of every elemental. It wasn’t just draining me. It was hurting me. My veins felt like they were filled with acid. I grit my teeth and forced my head up. On the other side of the glass wall stood Drazhan.

he stretched out his hand. Dane stared at the strange figure, a man with a bulky head and wings. He bursted out into laughter. "Just give it to him" Bodoe pleaded. "Don't be scared, he came here like us just to get it" Dane urged him. "I am not giving you this. We got it first" Dane showed him the stone. "I am not a thief like you. I am Garol, the keeper of the Stone of Kitana" he roared. "I am not scared of you at all. I have been conned a lot of times but today, not again" Dane shook his head. "You will kill me before you take this stone" he fumed.

She nodded, moving fluidly to position. Bram checked his rifle. “I don’t see any drones. Shouldn’t there be drones? Why aren’t there drones?” A mechanical clank answered him. “Oh no,” he whispered. “There they are.” The walls split open. Spider-like constructs unfolded from the stone—sleek, white, surgical, too many limbs and too few weaknesses. Ciro hissed, “Medical chassis. Repurposed. They used to assist in robotic surgeries.” “Now they’re here to carve us,” Bram said, raising his weapon.