Elsword Bad Guys Set Novels & Stories

"What's our play boss? What're we doing?" I looked around the room at all of them, all ready to go to battle for me but I couldn't and wouldn't ask them to. "We're not doing anything I am. Not your fight boys." They let that settle in for a minute before they decided by their code what they were gonna do. "We understand that you're pissed boss so we'll let that insult slide and not tell you what an ass backward shit fuck thing that is to say. Now how the fuck are we coming after this asshole?" Shit the last thing I need is a bunch of hot heads on my ass. "This isn't business as usual boys this shit is personal..." Of course Melissa chose that moment to walk into the room. "Well, who the fuck

A horde of rogue wolves, their eyes glowing with bloodlust, surged forward like a wave of darkness, relentless in their assault. My heart pounded in his chest as he took in the sheer number of enemies. The odds were stacked against them, but he felt no fear. Instead, there was a strange calm that settled over him, a sense of inevitability. This was what he was made for—what they were made for.

He has auburn hair and gold eyes. Standing stiffly, I observe as he strides towards me and gives me a slight bow. “Traeger, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Mathias…” He points towards the men who follow behind him. “This is Mikhail, Azazel, Gadriel, and Isaiah.” I nod my head in greeting. Gadriel and Isaiah are definitely angels. The other two men, however, are different. I can sense that Mikhail is not something I was familiar with. Azazel smells like a demon. Having Lycan senses can come in handy. Azazel smells like ash, which is what we learned Demons smell like. They all smile, but not in a way that tells me they trust me. More like they're taking my measure. None of them speak.

The poor girl I’m about to traumatize hides her face in his chest, laying still underneath him. “Rounding up the torturous school year with a good fuck I see.” I say with a biting tone. “What do you want, Caldwell?” He bites back and when he attempts to open his mouth again—probably to throw an insult at me—I beat him to it by tossing the paper bag at him.

Maybe the others know about a thing called mercy. I am now so thankful for that flickering street light because it’s helping in keeping me concealed. In what seems like seconds later the three guys come out with guns and one holding some sort of package and that’s when the ones in the black car decide to come out. Is this like the door to Hogwarts and I didn’t get memo? I shake my head from my thoughts and focus in on the action once again.

There were only a few more minutes before the Basilisk spawned, but already, the partners in crime hiding it out in the laundromat received their second round of bad news. Party Undead was completely wiped out, and Guild Carnage was disbanded from the lack of members. “Fuck!” Johan hissed and was about to toss another stick of dynamite when Felix stopped him. “Get angry later,” he told the terrorist. “A monster has arrived. I’ll leave him to you.”