Hold-out Blaster Novels & Stories

Blaze interrupted, without waiting for her response, he went to her staying behind her back. "Why....." She blink as he held her hands which was holding the pistol, helping her aim at the target. "Now pull it!" He whispered to her ears and she gulped. She pulled the trigger and it went directly to the carved being skull without mistakes. "See!" He mumbled and moved away from her. "Thank!" She mouthed and aimed at it herself again. "Straighten your legs, relax your arm and target that skull. Imagine you're attacking an opponent and you'll get it!" Blaze urged and she followed.

“Perfect time to use that bomb.” “No. I only built one. We use it when there’s no way out.” “Fine.” Her pout lasted all of a second. She swung the Dream Blaster off her shoulder with gleeful menace. I reached into my holster and palmed a smooth metal orb. My Holographic Decoy. With a flick, it rolled across the floor, blinking alive as it spun. It illuminated the image of us realistically and I rolled it towards the men. The men opened fire. Bullets fired at the holograms that wasn’t affected one bit. Now their attention is diverted.

"Screw this." I looked over at Burney, horrified to see him running at Stan. He threw his weight into the Taken's back, knocking him forward. Stan shrieked from the surprise attack and Mike grunted, landing pinned beneath the Taken Scorcher. I turned from the three man pile and reefed the gun free of Ronnie's stiff fingers. "Burney!" He'd separated himself from the other two and was standing over them, poised to strike with Stan's makeshift stake. "You can't kill him that way," I yelled, throwing him the gun, "It'll send the shade bolting to someone else!"

They looked like they are really having fun, so I took photos and even some videos of then while they were playing to capture that. Beside the basketball game is the claw machine, which I busied myself with while the two are still on their little deal. I am not really fond of stuffed toys, but I spotted this really cute white little stuffed cat. It reminded me of Lucas. I played the game trying to win it so I could give it to him, as a thank you gift for fetching and bringing us home as well as paying for lunch. I was playing it for a few minutes already and I still have not succeeded. The two are also finished. Lucas won, of course, but I am pretty sure he would still be buying the three of

I realized this was just another prank of his. My strength drained away. The pain was so bad I couldn't even question him. That was Colin, a prank lover. Ever since I confessed my feelings ten years ago, I'd been dragged into his games. The first time, he tested my sincerity, making me search for his lost watch in a snowstorm. Succeeding, I'd earn a chance to pursue him. Unfortunately, I never found it, only ending up hospitalized with frostbite. He visited and flashed the watch on his wrist, saying I passed the test. I could never forget that smirk on his face.

I need to focus! Matthew got fiercer with every hit. Each time also, the cracks on Noso’s exoskeleton grew larger and larger. Matthew saw the opportunity to end it all. He put his hands together and formed a ball of red energy. It was bright red at first but quickly turned darker as Matthew compressed more power into it. (A special move surely needs a name, right?) Matthew thrusted both his hands forward at Noso’s torso and shouted his special attack. “[Dragon Blast]!” With the dark red ball as the source, a beam of red energy shot out of Matthew’s hand, completely engulfing Noso in it. The energy beam utterly destroyed a large portion of the nest.

Kevin raised a strange pistol, not a flare gun, but something emitting a pulsing red light. "And this," Kevin sneered, "is the 'Protein Blaster.' It’ll turn you into a protein shake for the starving zombies!" "Damn you, Kevin!" Lia growled, ready to lunge. "Hold it, Lia!" Riska held her back. "He’s got a Level 3 Synthetic Buff! And that gun… it’s dangerous!" Bima stared at Kevin, then at the carbohydrate-destroying device, and finally at the protein blaster in Kevin's hand.

was getting annoyed when she spoke, "Where is the truck?" "Why do you think I would give you the 10cartons of ammo without getting anything in return?" Blair asked with a twisted lip when Blaze replied, "One night pleasure is enough for you?" Her face was now clouded with anger, hearing this. How dare an ordinary girl talked to her like this? "Or two, maybe?" Blaze narrowed her brows then continued, "Okay, ten, it is." "Ten cartons for ten nights. Okay?" Blaze smiled when Blair clenched her jaw in anger as she strode towards her and punched her hard in the face.

she protested, holding onto my arms. "I'll be okay," I tried to assure her. "I can't just stay here and wait. Don't worry." She stared at me for a while before reluctantly letting me go. "Please be careful," she whispered. I nodded and kissed her forehead before going out, making sure to lock the door behind me. I immediately saw Blaze hiding behind the entrance while exchanging shots with the enemies outside. "Give me a gun," I told him. He threw a pistol in my direction. It's not what I would prefer to have, but this is better than nothing.

Four remained on the opposing side. Soon, balls started flying by with renewed vigour, as the team across the bay was fighting hard for the win. They picked off my members, five then four until I remained with only two others. Torrance smiled at me deviously and hurled the ball in her hand in my direction, I ducked to the left as it whipped past my ear. I stuck my chin out triumphantly as I scooped it from the ground, aiming instead for her teammate, distracted by a ball that had just landed nearby. I picked her off easily and scanned the field for any remaining balls, bending to grab one with my eyes still on Torrance, as she stalked over to one on her side of the court. She beat me to the