Hold-out Blaster Novels & Stories

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

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

Even if he used his skill, it would be pointless when the other party’s skill was in cool down. Stanley shot the rooftop and gave it some consecutive punches. After creating a hole where they could finally fit in, Byul immediately climb up and pointed his gun towards the zombies. Some time after, Stanley also climb up and scanned the surrounding area with his sense. The rain was pouring heavily and the thick fog won’t let them be seen from below. Byul raised his gun and was about to pull the trigger when Stanley just shot at the car five meters away from them.

That guy is something else. The other day Mason had actually thrown something at me but he tried to keep the emotions to a minimum. It’s this really neat blanket with wolves all over. I’ve sent you a picture of it. Thank you for the pictures by the way. Hail drop looks perfect. The book I’m reading also has pictures like that but Hail drop looks a billion times better than the images. No-I-didn’t Liam _________________________________________________________________________ RESPONSE TO FROM: Hayley.Hailstorm.Anderson@Tomlinson.com

“Mom, Dad, Jared… It’s okay. The first thing she saw when she got out of jail was me winning the award. I can understand why she’s so angry. But Charlie, I got that award through my own hard work. I don’t need your help. “If it makes you feel better, you can have the trophy. I can leave the house too, if that’s what you want.” Jenny grabbed the trophy out of my mother’s hands and threw it on the floor. Then, she rushed out of the house. “Jenny!” Jared pushed me aside and ran out after her. Shards of the broken trophy cut into my skin as I fell onto them, and I sucked in a cold breath. Just as I got to my feet, my father kicked the back of my knees, forcing me to kneel on the shards. Pain sho

The ashtrays were full of bullshit and nothing else. Rin didn’t take long. With his wounds now healed, his tongue working omegan saliva over any remaining lacerations, Lexus had every intention of using the oil to rub out any lingering stress until the feral male came back to his senses. However, Azrin had other plans. Using all his added muscle mass, he knocked the blond over with surprising force.

"C'mon. We talk about all sorts of stuff." Then, an idea strikes me. I open the kitchen cupboard, grab a bottle of tequila, and hold it up. "This will help all that shyness." She stares at me with narrowed eyes. "I'm not shy at all." I grab two shot glasses and pour. "Better safe than sorry, Miss Not Shy At All." I hand her one, and she takes it. Then I raise my glass, and the drink goes down my throat with a swift burn. She follows me, swallowing it quickly, then sets her glass down. I do the same.

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly

Before the second rogue could grab him, Holden brought the hockey stick down hard, slamming the thick wooden blade right into the rogue’s knee. The rogue screamed in pain, his leg buckling beneath him as he crashed onto the ice. Holden did not waste a second. He brought the stick back around, hitting the rogue square in the ribs, knocking the wind right out of him. I stared at Holden from across the rink, my heart pounding with a sudden wave of hope. He was actually doing it. He was fighting off supernatural monsters with nothing but pure human grit and a piece of wood. Holden looked up, his brown eyes locking onto me. He saw me lying near the stone pedestal, weak and unable to move. A look