Eggman Novels & Stories

“Can you please book me an Uber? I couldn’t find my phone. I think I lost it somewhere.” He caught her when she was about to fall and wrapped his muscular arm around her waist before forcing her toward the stool. She didn’t recognize him because she was smiling at him. She stroked his face with her fingers. “You’ve got beautiful eyes. They look like the ocean, deep blue.”

Amy smiled a little as she ran her slender fingers across Agent Hernandez’s chin. Agent Hernandez chuckled. “Yeah, that’s right. You call me Astro Boy because I’m a Counterfeiter. Technically, I’m half-human, because my mom was born human and an AI company called Life X Incorporated manufactured my dad. So I have a little human and machine DNA. I’m a half-breed Counterfeiter.” Agent Hernandez kept chuckling as he helped Amy remember who he was, along with other things.

He shakes his head, then snorts out his frustration at my stubborn refusal to comply. "Tegwen, it's Samuel, I promised to keep you safe. You're carrying the heir, think of your child and come away from the battle." He says, pushing forward and nudging me with his shoulder, but instead of giving way, I push back, nodding towards Eligor and Abaddon, where Abaddon has managed to get back to his feet, but looks like he is struggling to stand let alone fight back.

The silver wasn’t just physical; it was laced into the spell itself, tainting her core. Then the door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed across the floor. Serena raised her head slowly, her eyes narrowing at the tall figure entering the chamber. Maeron. The very name sent a shiver down her spine. He was impossibly handsome, in a way that was otherworldly and terrifying. Long dark hair fell over his shoulders, his features sharp and regal—too perfect to be mortal. His eyes, a swirling mix of black and sea-green, held an unnatural gleam, as if the ocean itself whispered secrets within them. His long robe shimmered with a magic she didn’t recognize, embroidered with sigils and runes from

' 'Just reach out and you can directly take the eggs, but take it one at a time and eat it at soon as you get it. Phil agreed with En's plan since taking multiple eggs will just alert the spiders that were arranging them. Phil reached out his hand and carefully took one of the eggs. The egg was as large as an emu egg, he felt it was squishy and warm and would sometimes pulsate on his hand. His face distorted utterly disgusted at the sensation he was feeling. 'Eat it quickly or your energy will turn to 0.'

A ghost. “Damon…” he stopped short, chest heaving. “It’s Carter. I don't know how to explain it, Damon.” My body locked before the words were even fully spoken. I waited for what he was going to say, not wanting to come to assumptions, not wanting to think that my best friend was betraying us, that my beta was betraying us. “What about him?” I asked, though my gut already churned. “What are you saying, Ethan? Speak loudly and clearly for me to understand.”

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

She took a deep intake of breath and mumbled something before sticking her head back in. “It's a half-eaten chicken wing,” Max said, his eyes up the window starting fondly. I exhaled a laugh. I had told Madeline to make sure the creature ate all the food. I said it more in jest. “Make sure the plate comes back empty. I am not wasting food on that thing.” Turns out she took me seriously. He snapped his fingers in my face. I blinked away the spell from my eyes. “It really doesn't help that she is very adorable, does it?” Max commented.

“If you have enough time for idle gossip in the middle of the day, I’m sure Mrs. McDonald would welcome your help peeling potatoes in the kitchens.” The smaller man who was sparring gives an exaggerated shudder. His accent is so thick I can only pick up the words “kill” and “dragon”, but there are a few titters in the crowd and Ethan grins. I get the impression that whoever Mrs. McDonald is, she’s not very popular.

Damien asked her, jerking her back from her wild thoughts. She ignored his question and simply went back to what she was doing. While Damien still stood there watching her and saying nothing again, Elle then appeared from nowhere coming towards them. Ariel who was back up the ladder was immediately disgusted by the sight of Elle and she began swearing under her breath to kill her if she dared trouble her.