Drill Gurren Lagann Novels & Stories

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

David sighed, defeated. “So, are you going to watch or not?” Miko suddenly asked. “We will watch, hyung.” Danny firmly answered. “We won’t miss it.” Jaden added. “I wanna see that guy die.” Jun whispered. “No one’s going to die, Jun.” Sean exclaimed beside him. “What do you mean, hyung?” Jun asked him. “The duel ends when one of them get injured.” Aikon explained. “Will it be a duel like the cowboys I always see on movies?” David curiously asked.

he whispered in her ear. “If you two are finished, I will get on with my speech,” The elder Dr Andrei glared at Madchen and Nick. “Sorry,” Nick sheepishly hung his head. Madchen straightened, trying to hide her anxiety. “Drago has just come back from a contracted tour overseas, where he treated wounded soldiers. I can assure you he is more than capable at doing his job,” Grigo eyed his audience, who hung on his every word. “Please give him a warm welcome, and give him a hand if he needs anything,”

Letting go, Mia walked over to the drawer and pulled the other handcuffs but decided against it, so she scanned around quickly and noticed the pillow cases, she removed them and used each pillow case to tie each leg firmly, before she resumed riding him again. The bed frame creaked with rhythm. Marcus's breathing quickened, his mind clouding with sensation until— —--------------------------------------------------- (EIGHTEEN HOURS EARLIER) —---------------------------------------------------- The office was too quiet. Dr Karma Kuntz sat behind her desk, elbows braced on the polished wood, and her face buried in her hands. Her shoulders shook as she cried silently. She had sent her driver hom

Hayley took the photo and looked at it. “What is this girl's name? Do you have any other information about this girl? I need additional information to find it," said Hayley. “Her name is Frey… Frey.” I repeated the name, Frey. I would like to mention Frey's full name. However, I had a feeling they would find Frey a vampire if I mentioned Drucilla's name here. “She left the town of Linnea around three in the morning,” I added.

Gidyon roared. He slammed his hydraulic claw down onto a heavy manual override switch on the railing. The three massive drilling rigs didn't just restart; their heavy iron chassis groaned as their tracking gyroscopes swung wide, the six-story diamond-headed drills turning away from the granite wall and locking their spinning, white-hot tips directly onto Dante’s exposed flank.

finally standing on the same side of the line. At exactly 4:00 AM, the first shell hit the outer shield. The vibration went through the floor, through my boots, and into my heart. I looked at the monitors. The Syndicate hadn't brought just exo-suits. They had brought a Titan-Class Extraction Drill—a machine designed to core out a mountain. "They’re trying to sink the city," Ace shouted, running into the armory, his small face etched with determination. "Mama, the drill is touching the Spirit-Veins! It hurts!"

It's perfect for me because even with his larger build and greater strength, I'm a worthy opponent in human form. Drakon heads to the center of the room with his back to the egg. I want him as far away from Pepper's son as possible. Drakon's silver eyes give away his intent a second before he charges in low. I leap over him and turn. My foot is up and I land a solid kick to his back which sends him toward Pepper.

His heavy hands lay loose on my shoulders, ready to stabilize me at the next hard curve. “Three hundred meters!” “I’ll clear the way!” Nova called from the top deck. The rhythmic, metallic Klack-Klack-Bumm of its modified kinetic rifle halled through the thunderstorm. The projectiles equipped with tungsten tips tear the first three drones apart in the middle of the flight. The small, angular machines exploded in a cascade of cold, purple sparks. But from the sluices of the Typhon colossus flowed unstoppably new. They formed themselves