Hold-out Blaster Novels & Stories

He was the alphas heir and me well, barely even an omega in the eyes of 80 percent of this pack. With a surge of energy, I twisted out of his grip. Getting back onto my feet. Whilst tyler is still trying to find his footing, I deliver a hard blow to his sternum. Tyler stumbled back, gasping for breath. I didn’t give up. I pressed forward, unleashing a lot of blows that left him dazed and confused. “Enough!” Tyler wheezed, holding his hands up in surrender. “You win, Dawn. You finally beat me.” I stepped back, taking the win.

"Bang! Bang! bang!" Three shots rang out, hitting the spot where Mable had just stood. The people nearby, upon hearing the gunfire, screamed in terror and scattered in all directions. The situation escalated quickly, with gunfire echoing in the air. "Stay still, Mable," Blair ordered, his hand pressing firmly against the back of her head while his other hand held her waist, keeping her securely within his embrace. Their cheeks were pressed against each other, and she could feel his strong heartbeat. At this moment, the familiar scent of his presence brought her comfort.

*Bang* Captain Zakai ducked out of the way as a small ball of fire whizzed past him and slammed into the dome. Although he was facing the earth realmer, he hadn’t forgotten about the gun master stalking him. The dome prevented him and his men from escaping, but it also provided no hiding spots for the gun master. So it was relatively easy to keep tabs on his position; and he was able to avoid the blast of fire that was meant for him. Although the ball of fire was small, Captain Zakai could feel its heat even when it was some distance away. ‘Concentrated blast’ was the name given to this technique. It was an advanced version of the regular ‘blast’. Huge amounts of fire elements were compresse

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun. Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too. By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.

I stood outside, under the harsh sun for about three minutes before I broke the lock of the door in annoyance and walked in. The first thing I did was to chug down a beer and then get an ice bag to help my sore ankles. Munching a bundle of crunchy biscuits, I waited patiently for Blade who still hadn’t replied my message. After consuming six bottles of beer and countless snacks, I watched a black sedan drive in and park in the coffee shop’s driveway. Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side.

I asked as I watched just a handful of red dots circling around where the bombs were planted. “Cleared,” Hatchett called back as I watched the remaining dots rushing as far from the site as possible. My eyes shifted to the left screen to see Torque’s camera bouncing as he cut through the trees. I swallowed hard and waited till I noticed the waterfall behind Hatchett. I gave Holden the thumbs up. “Preacher, clear the target. Evelyn, on your mark,” Holden said.

I abandon the stash collection of numerous zigzagged bladed twin daggers I was gawking at and begin heading towards her. Sometimes, I get too lost in my head whenever I am talking about weapons. When I reach her, she points at the array of a few oddly shaped, bogus fat guns before us that I have never seen before. They are just five. Their barrels have very transparent curved channels that look like empty see-through water pipes, transversing all way from the mouth of their barrels throughout the rest of their bodies. “What are these?” I ask, lifting my hands to touch them. “They do not have a name yet, but I love calling them the ‘Blitz’ because of the swift balls of molten silver they can

As Noah went to grab hold of one of the transport options they instantly disappeared leaving behind a message that read: “Placed in Inventory”. Noah was distraught as he was looking forward to trying them out. Christopher gave Jill the blaster and told her to be as accurate as possible. This was their one and only chance to save Cassidy. After a short but tearful goodbye they were transported to a strange place.

I said and yanked my phone out of his hand. The moment I got outside and out of prying eyes, I looked down at my phone, his number was boldly written across the screen while his name was in tiny letters under it. I couldn't help but squeal in happiness, on the inside though, can't have them thinking anything of it. Blake's POV