Hold-out Blaster Novels & Stories

His gun outstretched as he inhaled deeply, fixing his gaze on the target and pulling the trigger with an exhale. The bang of the gun had her recoil in surprise before her eyes kept closing on their own accord as he shot round after round. By the time he had done the shooting, Serafina suspected that he had emptied the mag before he put down the gun, pressing a button beside him as the target came flying towards them. Serafina watching in awe to see him having shot in the dead center of the target. "Impressive," She had to admit before her brother stepped away from the counter to allow her to take his place.

She didn’t look at me. “I don’t trust you right now,” she said, her voice shaking. “And I can’t lose you.” Taurus laughed, low and booming. “How sweet. The little one thinks she can stop me.” Pelin stepped forward, placing herself fully between us. “You talk too much,” she snapped. Taurus lowered his horns and charged. So Pelin moved. She ducked under the swing of his club, rolled across the cracked stone, and came up behind him in one fluid motion. The hellblade flashed once, a clean arc of red light.

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.

Mable looked at Blair, her eyes filled with tears. Blair gazed at the bombs on Mable, his heart clenched tightly. "Behave, and don't move. I will save you." Blair stood up and looked at Luke. "I need to make a call." "Sure." After a pause, Luke said, "Remember, you only have ten minutes." Blair took out his phone and dialed Amos's number. At this moment, Amos was outside the residence, observing everything happening inside through the miniature camera hidden in the button of Blair's clothes.

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.

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.

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 try to concentrate and see a Blaze figure in my head. I try to find out what Blaze sees right now...where his whereabouts...and what is how condition. I closed my eyes and concentrate harder...what I See .. is the same as what Blaze see .... And Blaze is seeing.. 'What the F.....!'

The radio from the walkie crackled and went silent. “They’re fine,” Holden said as he typed a command on the keyboard to pull up back-up power to the cameras. All I could do was pray that everyone was far enough away from the blast. I knew my stress levels wouldn’t go back down until I saw each and every one of them back in Moon Valley with my own eyes. “Preacher, what’s your visual?” Holden asked. “Mission accomplished, compound rubble,” Preacher said. I punched the air as Holden leaned back and exhaled.