Goten X Trunks Novels & Stories

He was already mid-leap when Dathan turned, too slow to react. Xaren’s massive jaws clamped down on his neck and ripped. The sound was wet, final. Dathan’s body collapsed to the ground, headless, blood jetting from the stump. His bow dropped beside him, forgotten. Xaren landed heavily and let out a bone-shaking howl before looking to Triston, who had paused only briefly. Their eyes met. Nothing needed to be said. They were brothers in this war. Triston gave a sharp nod, then turned, blood trailing behind him, and continued his charge—limping now, but no less deadly. The castle walls loomed ahead and Reyes was inside. Waiting.

Were they blind to the potential consequences of uncovering ancient secrets? The encounter with the Guardian of Retribution has left them shaken, but also determined to right their wrongs. Tritan and Finrir exchange a glance, silently reaffirming their bond and their shared commitment to protect their kin-pod. They know that the path ahead is uncertain and perilous, but they are resolute in their quest to navigate the depths with courage and wisdom.

It is large, dark, and imposing, just like he is. Gaven stands beside it, one hand braced on the door, his posture rigid as if the entire world is something he’s holding at bay. When he turns at the sound of the trunk scraping over stone, his gaze flicks to me, and something unreadable flashes across his face before he schools it away. He takes the trunk from my hands without a word. The contact is brief and accidental. His fingers brush mine, causing heat to lance up my arm so fast I gasp.

He proceeded to take her hand and place it on top of his cock that was protruding through the cloth. – I want an alliance of great benefit. – Said Trigon – For the four of us. - He said. – Where you could earn big. – Said Savage as he took his cock out of his pants and closed Tsuki Miki's hands around his great length. - It's big. - Panted Tsuki Miki hesitating and having hands on his cocks too. - I don't think I can... - I tried to speak.

All together, Jonathan fingers itched to touch his mate. So he slid his hands around Trisha hips and just lower, to where he could feel Trisha cheeks peeking out from under the high cut of the ass. He squeezed and kneaded the flesh in his hands, smiling when Trisha rolled her hips and let her head fall back, sighing at the contact. He reached further, stopping when his hand bumped into something hard and cool to the touch. Jonathan frowned, furrowing his brow. His heart stopped when he realized that it was a plug, opening and stretching Trisha. For him.

“Then who is he? Tell me, and let’s get rid of him.” “Ooh, a tiger,” Ryan teased. “Fierce. I love that. Seeing you angry in that red silk gown is… exciting.” He leaned closer. “Stop it. You’re Pavitra’s boyfriend,” she snapped. “And you’re Trunks’ girlfriend,” he countered with a smirk. “But we’re allies. Allies can… share a few benefits along the way.” “Who’s behind Trunks?” she insisted coldly. “Nobody knows,” he said casually, leaning back.

I could see his chiseled jaw from under the material, with a light stubble on his face but his eyes were hidden. "And this is the famous hybrid Scarlett Baranov, mated to Jaxon, I can't wait to see what you can do," the man spoke in a menacing rough voice and even though I couldn't make out his eyes, the imagination of them looking right at me sent a cold shiver down my spine. While Scarlett's presence comforted me, his own had hairs in the back of my neck standing. Everything about him screamed darkness and I couldn't deny my calmness at that moment faltered. "Can we get this over with Tristan." Gwen ground the words, her previous fear having already evaporated. She now had a warlock and do

, Julius answers. "TCH!", Gokon swears. He's irritated on Julius. Gokon runs towards him with full force. But Julius detects his weak point before he attacks him. Gokon has an old wound on his right shoulder. So Julius tries to hurt him there to make him weak before he hits him twice.

Her brows furrowed, "One wrong move and I'm sending him to the moon." Pollux nods, "Deal." "Sooo, do I get a say in this or-" Khai interjected. "Nope." They replied in unison. "Gotcha."

Troopers were scrambling in the bunker, swinging heavy laser cannons around to target the oncoming train. "They’re firing!" Saoirse screamed. Red bolts of laser fire zipped past them. One struck the boiler casing above their heads, sending a shower of sparks raining down. "Ignore them!" Tristan roared. "Focus on the barrier!" They were five hundred yards away. Four hundred. Tristan leaned forward. He extended both hands toward the glowing blue wall. He didn't use magic. He used the Void. He visualized the white veins inside him expanding. He opened the gate in his chest that led to the emptiness.