G I Joe Renegades Snake Eyes Novels & Stories

He believed every word I said, just like how I once believed he'd remain loyal to me forever. But based on how things have progressed until now, we were no longer the same version of ourselves when we first met. Marcus started panting heavily all of a sudden. His eyes teared up as well. He rushed up to me and hugged me. "Stop talking about it, Jo! Please, just stop talking about it! You won't die! I won't let you die!" I shoved Marcus away in response. I watched impassively as he collapsed onto the spread of glass shards on the floor.

After Ares left, I fell asleep with my fingers on the blood that was on the picture and I saw him but he wasn't alone this time. "I saw her MinT. All grown with her white hair and blue eyes." He said to the person in front of him. "Did she have the scar?" MinT questioned. The strange man looked at him like he was crazy. "of course she had the scar you dumbass. I, Kojune, am never wrong. I just need more time and then we'll strike. When we do, her Vampire Alpha won't be able to save her." Kojune said with a sneer on his face. "And why's that?"MinT asked looking even more clueless. "Because then I would have the potion th-" Kojune was saying before he turned to his right.

The Prez told us to focus on the new club and he and Killer would keep us informed on Beggar. “Not sure, with all our time split between looking for Beggar, the club, government calling us and this shit storm here, don't know, hopefully end of November.” He gets back to his tablet, and I stare at the small snakes tattooed to the side of his face. It is a small piece from our club emblem. Knight has the same ones on his neck. Snake lifts his head, his green eyes are light that they look almost yellow. He reminds me of a snake. Not so much now that he cut his hair.

“And he knows about my father.” Big Elky Jennings didn’t even blink. His fury didn’t boil over—it froze, became something heavier and much denser. Colder. He looked at Gianni like a man deciding in what way it is better to skin the devil. Gianni spread his hands. “What did you expect? A fair fight? Your queen is the last piece on the board, boss. And every move you make for her could cost you winning the game.” I saw the shift in the mood before the sound came - Elky’s finger twitching, the click of the hammer drawn back like a bad promise.

They saw Kael’s gaunt ribs and his human blue eyes, and they smelled the weakness of a wolf without a core. I tapped the screen, injecting a surge of black-market credits into the opposing fighter—a monstrous, bone-crushing Beta named Gnasher. The odds for Kael climbed higher. 150-to-1. 200-to-1. I was making him the most valuable kill in the Ridge. “Mommy... Papa is shaking,” Leo’s voice crackled through the earpiece. He was hidden in the maintenance vents below my booth. “He's cold. He smells like the river again.”

"Gianna..." A hand moved beneath a pile of silver-alloy plating. Nevan emerged, his tactical leathers torn to ribbons, his chest heaving. He looked like a man who had been dragged through a furnace. His claymore was a jagged stump of metal, the silver runes burned black. But his eyes—those stubborn, grey eyes—were as sharp as ever. He crawled to me, his fingers locking onto mine with a grip that was entirely, beautifully human. "Leo," I gasped, the panic finally clawing at my throat.

Kane’s breath had two speeds—human and machine. Ghost moved when I did, because he’s my echo in fights. Snake did too, because she’s learned our rhythm even when she hates it. We split angles: me straight at Kane; Ghost up toward the hybrids; Snake down toward the cable that fed the detonator so if one of us failed, the other could still make the ruin meaningful.

“You definitely grew up. A lot.” My eyes flickered open, and I met up with a pair of butterscotch eyes and a handsome face. I muttered a curse. “I still hope you fall off the monkey bars.” Jace Blaine chuckled. “Oh, you do remember me.” “It’s hard to not know people if we run in the same pack,” I muttered, trying to shake my head to straighten my vision. “Snake Eyes…He tried to…” I couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud. The sting of betrayal was so deep that it cut off my air supply.

he yelled. “Sorry, I didn’t know what I was going to do myself.” I explained. “Who gave you the fucking gun?” he ordered. I shrugged. “I don’t know, didn’t see who it was.” “It was me.” Snake admitted. “The sick cunt deserved it.” He said nonchalantly. “I’m fucking sick of watching the cunts being separated with their dicks, it’s happening too fucking often now.” Ink admitted, I didn’t know what he meant by that, something like this must have happened before.

"Now that Magnolia is gone, can I take over her position? She asked. Her name is Serpent and she is also one Jigsaw's fuck mate, but wasn't in the upper hand like Magnolia. "And what can you possibly do?" Jigsaw asked her. Serpent smiles creepily, caressing his face. "I'm more good than Magnolia. At least I don't have one eye like she did, and I also know someone inside the Ardrenaline mob who can give us all the informations we need in bringing down Axton and his mobsters" She said. "You do?" He asked. And Serpent nods her head, she has green eyes, making her look like her name. "Then why're you just saying it now?" Jigsaw asked her.