Geno Sans Fanart Novels & Stories

“I believe you, but his face is turning blue.” I looked down. Oh, well what do you know? It was. “Blue is my favorite color.” I quipped, staring into his eyes. Seconds passed, and Nox continued to stare down at me. “Fine, you damn kill joy.” Untangling myself from the guy, I stood and brushed off my shorts. There wasn’t any blood on my clothes, thank the Goddess. That would’ve been annoying. Four years at the camps and I still hadn’t figured out how to get blood out of fabric.

He laughed uncontrollably making me jump unexpectedly. “You humans are hilarious; you seem to fail to realize you all are born of the same mother she knows no color. Your skin is a mere formality where genetics are concerned you all come from an Annunaki woman whose skin resembles the sky of the universe from which the lords rule over. Your skin represents the colors of the world in the purest forms that come from the creation of the royal blood line of the Annunaki, and the slightly diluted color of the LuLu of those who were created to serve the Annunaki.”

Staring back at her from the screen was her good friend, Oscar. “Hey.” She said with a smile. “Hello.” He replied. She noticed he wore black singlets, with his dog tag on, which indicated he was on an army base somewhere. “Where are you?” She asked. “Syria. My tour will be ending in two weeks.” There was poor network connection for a few seconds which muted the screen. Then Oscar’s voice came on again. “…me?” “What did you say?” She asked. “I got your text last night. You missing me?”

Hunter enthused and looked at Dylan who smirked in approval. Tears flooded her eyes but Giselle drank them. She didn’t want to deceive her father but her life was at stake. Everything was going according to the plan and she was close to bringing it to fruition but maybe she forgot that it was Dylan whom she was dealing with. The man who would scour the earth and bleed the world to death if he didn’t gets what he wants. And that one person has always been Evelyn. Be it the past or the future, only she has the power to rip off his sanity. A cold shiver ran down her spine when Dylan took a menacing step in her direction making her cower back.

It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit. “ Yeah, it's her,” Santino voice is flat. He fixes me with a bored look. “ She must be brave if she thinks she can murder a dragon with a fork.” The rugged one laughs, and my eyes shoot back to him. He putts a large cigar to his lips, he takes a drag and the tip of glows orange as a thin plume of smock rises. He removes the cigar from his lips and puffs out some smock. The act makes him look so fucking sexy in all his muscle glory standing there.

“A week. Maybe more. He’s gone off the grid, and we’ve been searching for him ever since. He’s a fucking liability right now.” Nero exchanges a look with me and Orion, his jaw clenched. “A liability? What the fuck does that mean?” Orion lets out a frustrated sigh. “This just keeps getting better.” “It means my son’s headed in a direction that’s going to get him killed if he doesn’t get his head out of his ass,” Arkyn spits, his anger evident. “He’s obsessed with building power, amassing an army. He’s only eighteen, but he thinks he’s invincible because of his bloodline. Fenriz and Kai … he thinks he’s some kind of god because of who his grandfathers were.”

Naraja: “Huh, the hell. I know this wasn’t here last time and what the hell is up with my eyes….the pupil is weird as hell.” Naraja knew deep down inside himself even if he had forgotten about who he was and only knew the name given to him with nothing else to go off on. Either way he knew that a person's eye or at least the pupil was not supposed to have the infinity symbol in it. Naraja examined his eye a little bit more and then heard--- ???: “Would you like to keep going?” Naraja: “UWAAAAAAAAH!!!”

“Do you have the name of the person that issued the passes?” “Tim Costa.” The guy nodded slowly, still frowning. That was a name outsiders never got to know. Maybe they weren’t lying? A band like No Return, with so many drooling girls among their followers, always had their fair share of fake passes requests. Silvia showed him Jim’s email, that included a picture of the green things. “This is what I’m supposed to get validated by you guys.” They man kept nodding slowly and frowning, but Silvia retrieved her phone when she saw his eyes going over the text of the email.

This, I knew, was exactly what we’d both needed. “And you must be Scarlett,” Mum breathed, bustling us both inside. “You’re just as beautiful as Enzo said you were.” She blushed. “Thank you.” “I’m Geno,” said Dad, shaking her hand enthusiastically. “Enzo’s father, and the last Alpha of the Moose Creek pack. I trust our son has welcomed you into the fold?” Scar nodded so hard I worried her head was going to topple off. “Of course he has. He’s been most welcoming.”

He reached twenty-seven and still did not get the diploma. He is the lead guitarist and lead singer of the band ‘THE FALLEN ANGELS’. Ms. Capa was the one who named this band. The three boys are not only famous at school, but also in other places. He was mistaken for a Gangster look because of the tattoos surrounding both his arms.