Highschool Dxd Sacred Gears Novels & Stories

Zeke hissed, his other hand tangling in Damien's hair, yanking his head back to expose his neck for more bites. The intensity built, Zeke's hips slamming forward with punishing force, each thrust hitting deep and making Damien's vision blur. Damien's cock throbbed in Zeke's fist, pre-cum dripping onto the floor as the pain morphed into a twisted ecstasy. "I'm gonna cum, fuck, make me cum," Damien pleaded, his body trembling on the brink. Zeke didn't hold back; he bit down on Damien's shoulder, drawing blood, and stroked faster, his own release building.

Xavier danced with me as he picked out little conversations which I keep zoning out barely able to keep myself awake. I felt an unfamiliar tingling piling up in my guts. Oh shit! “Lyra” I hear Sage call out my heart dropping at the way his tune sounded. Sage slips his hands through my waist drawing me to him possesively, like I was his price jewel he didn’t want to lose. His action made my back crash to his dominating figure, as his grip gutted tighter on my waist, urging me to bite on my lower lip. “Get to the car” he mumbled to my hearing while he sent glares at Xavier.

If he could obtain this item and the True Immortal's Essence from Severin, Darius felt that he might still have a chance to become an immortal! Darius's calm heart began to beat erratically. Xavier smirked as he saw Darius was easily swayed by just a few words. "So, what do you think, old mudfish?" Xavier smiled faintly while suppressing the smirk on his face. "You make some sense, Xavier. The Grandiuno Sacred Land owes me an explanation for Drake!" Darius's eyes flickered as he spoke.

As her fire flared, a high-frequency Static-Burst—generated by a giant, hand-cranked Tesla coil—ripped through the hallway. Jade screamed, her wings flickering and collapsing. The fire in her blood felt like it was being ground between two stones. "It's a localized disruption field!" she gasped, her vision blurring. "They're using the 'Hard-Delete' prototypes as a defense system!" The Battle of the Gears Without her fire, Jade had to rely on the training she had almost forgotten. She drew a physical blade—a heavy, carbon-steel machete—and charged.

I asked "I have no idea Bree maybe they are planning something" "Something what?" "I think they are going to kick Hodge ass" Ash smirk and I gare at him "Very funny" I hiss "And yes I hope you guys know how to give a proper presentation?"Hodge start talking again Why doesn't he shut his mouth today? "Yes we know very well, we are going to act formally like some servent and we have to introduce ourselves like no one knows our name and then we start talking like a robot and it all happens in front of the whole class" A very grumpy and angry Alexander answer

High School Saga (Revolution of Mean) Season 1 Episode 5 Written by Dave 📝 (The deal) Author's POV Cheryl strides into the toxic high school with zero idea of what awaits her. She clad in some casual red crop top and a black denim bum shorts, along some matching black kneel length heel boots, with her lips painted red matching her outfit color. Her mouth she's chewing a gum as she catwalk in the hallway focusing on her phone and not her environment. Cheryl flips her hair mistakenly looking up to see all eyes on her, giving her the ick something is wrong.

The intense perfume emanating from Hiya's body wafted over her, a pleasant scent that could encapsulate centuries within its allure. Contrary to this, Utkarsh had always been associated with the scent of alcohol. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fixated on his exposed chest where two buttons of his shirt were undone. Shifting her focus away, she looked at his face, which was silently pulling her into his embrace and walking. When suddenly, their eyes met – her black diamond eyes collided with his hazel brown ones. Panicking, Hiya quickly averted her gaze to the other side, and in response, he smirked, a subtle smile she failed to notice.

A normal night. But normal never lasts. Crow slid into the chair beside me, gray streaking his beard, eyes sharp as ever. He was one of the older ones, a man who’d seen enough wars—both on foreign soil and right here in these walls—to know when something was shifting. “She’s still here,” he said, voice low. “Yeah.” “You plan on explaining that to the boys?” I took a drag from the cigarette, exhaled slow. “No explanation needed.” Crow’s chuckle was dry. “That’s not how this place works. You know that.”

Azazel walked through the diverse stations, inviting Erik to follow him. "Follow me. The equipment for analysis of the artifact is ready." Azazel said, and Erik followed behind him with the mokeskin pouch still in hands. Soon, they arrived at a big station that had a platform with a lot of antennas that were being held by mechanical arms pointing to the middle of it. "This is one of the various pieces of equipment that I utilize to examine Sacred Gear users." Azazel explained what the machine was to Erik. "Put the artifact in the middle of the platform."

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.