Eon Ben 10 Novels & Stories

They say that moment the raging storm stopped, only the snow was falling from the heavy clouds. My parents named me Eira that night twenty years ago. ** 12 hours previous the evens in 'The Forest' I am standing with my older brother Keenan in the quiet, already green forest, a bow in my hand, daggers on my hips. Gentle breeze blows a few dark brown hair strands off my face. I should make a better job braiding them. Keenan crouches and inspects footprints left by a deer. ''It's close'', he whispers and we slowly turn and go west.

If he forced me to crawl in the garbage to get him, I was going to be pissed. My gaze locked on the sliver of light as the guy emerged from the back of the dumpster onto a small patch of dirt. What a fucking idiot. He was no more than five foot eight, not even coming to my shoulders. I flicked my wrist, causing the silver ring on my middle finger to glint in the low light. “Please,” he begged while putting his hands in the air. “Just take it.” He held out his trembling hands to me, weeping rivers of tears. “I just needed something to eat.”

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Look there, huh? - Of course I understand, Heitor", I pointed to the TV, "That one there, in the red and blue clothes is Steve Rogers, Captain America. The one that turns green is the Hulk and the woman ah, she is the Black Widow, there is also the Iron Man Tony Stark ... Even though I was 28 years old I was a superhero fan. I loved the whole universe of super powers, fighting evil and all that stuff. I want a power to end Miguel's race...good idea

Ben walked in wearing a black suit with a gift in his hand as he kept it on the dining table and went over to carry Gavin. "Yah! Ben ten!!" Gavin chirped as he stretched his arms out to Ben while I sighed. Gavin had been addicted to watching his favorite animation, 'Ben 10', and ever since he got to know that his dad's best friend was bearing Ben. He started calling him Ben ten. I glanced at Beatrice who looked stiff on her seat and looked pale all of a sudden as her gaze caught mine. "I thought you weren't coming," Lucas said as he stared at Ben.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Sorry] West 1:02 am [y are u apologising? Peter 1:03 am [idk what to react or say. Feels like the good thing to say at least that's what I presumed] West chuckled at Peter's reply. He don't know why he finds it adorable and cute. He's really out of his mind. West 1:03 am [Hahaha! No worries Peter :)] Peter 1:04 am [i don't want to be insensitive but I'm now sleepy] West 1:05 am [don't mind. Go to sleep, u have class tomorrow!]

It was as if the air itself was encouraging her, urging her to go further. Thunder and lightning were next. Marissa closed her eyes, focusing on the energy in the atmosphere. She could feel the static electricity crackling around her fingertips. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a bolt of lightning, watching it dance through the sky before crashing down with a deafening roar. The power was exhilarating, and she reveled in the thrill of it, knowing that each strike made her stronger.