Hornet X Ghost Novels & Stories

There’s only 4 of this Scorpion X1 that I bought, all of them has been turned into an exclusive VVIP carrier, I determined this Quad Copter to be used as the Cabinets Official craft, and also for the uses of any foreign official that wanted to come to Aeternum for official business. After all, in Fantasma, the society prefer to be treated on their standard and wanted to see a clear deferential treatments fro the others around them. Like how noble were the only one ride a horse and the commoner could only walk on their feet. At the same time, the image issues aside, I also wanted to test flight this craft myself, I know that it was safe to be use, but from what Robert Corn R&D team told me, t

His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder. I flinched as the stick Big Jim held whistled downwards, landing in the space between Aaron's collar bone and neck. My stomach rose to my throat at the sound of the landing thwack. Aaron grunted and faltered back, giving himself a moment to shake the hit off before he took a calculated lunge forward, knocking Big Jim flat on his back. The bigger man's wrist thick rod spilled from his sweaty grip and rolled outside the four markers. Aaron leapt off to the side and crouched behind his opponent, oblivious of t

"The internet said that hornet wine has some pretty miraculous benefits. I'm doing this for your future happiness in bed!" Erica Loft's exaggerated expression suggested that she wanted credit for the thoughtful gift. "Look, I've even brought you the hornet's nest. "You can make more for yourself if there isn't enough wine. Hahaha!" Erica's laugh was so shrill. It made my stinging pain feel like a bad joke. "That's enough, you crazy woman!" Joe Fulham cursed at the situation silently. He dragged Erica into a room without giving me a second glance, and they argued inside once again.

I’m captivated by curiosity to know what Ghost is insinuating. “Um, yeah…okay, just give me a minute to get dressed. Wait out here and I’ll be right out.” I say to him in a slow manner. I close the door and lock it. I swiftly go to X’s bedroom. I pull out my shorts that I wore earlier sliding them up my legs. Although Ghost seems a lot nicer right now and almost seems caring, I trust him for nothing. I rip open X’s nightstand drawer and pull out his Glock .45, it’s loaded and safety on. I tuck the handgun in the back of my denim shorts. I rummage through X’s closet, pulling out his black hoodie to better conceal the gun behind me and zipping it up past my chest. I have an abs

I felt I needed to learn more about communicating with ghosts and all that, so I decided to watch some of what Trisha had called the pros. I’d noticed that YouTube ghost hunters talked a lot about one Brandon Price, leader of a team called Haunters, like he was the grandfather of paranormal investigation, even over the Warrens and Hans Holzer. A quick search taught me that even though Haunters hadn’t been among the pioneers of that particular TV niche, they already had nine seasons and counting. And they were considered the best of the best.

[Rhino 7 has died! "I can't keep losing them! Skeletor! Throw your ax to the vulture and run to Earl! Max! Follow him! Lorne! Lure the worm to the roots! Rhinos! Run and keep the beefy guys occupied!" The monsters complied hastily. The Rhinos started to do charges to escape from the two beasts that were decimating them. Skeletor got up from the hole in time before a tornado a pool of lava formed were he stood, he threw the ax towards the vulture and made it bleed once more before start running. The ghost was in hot pursuit with its barrage of spells, but a timed Mind shock gave Skeletor a couple of seconds to breathe. Earth was moving above ground as Lorne and her sons lured the big worm tow

Ronan's POV My blood is boiling and my heart is beating wildly against my chest while Ghost is going ballistic, wanting to unleash is wrath on Xander for hurting our mate. The fact of the matter is that id he were anyone else, he would be in a world of hurt if not dead. It's taking every last ounce of strength in me to keep Ghost in check. Xander better get himself in line a adjust his attitude sooner rather than later because I don't know how much longer I will be able to contain him. He is out for blood.

Riders coasting to a halt in the dark, in a forest that was now completely black to them because their light amplification was also gone. Xander watched it from thirty feet up in a tree, his heartbeat slow and his skin entirely human. He’d forbidden the shift; he wanted them cold and quiet, ghosts in the machine. He waited until the third engine stalled. Then he dropped. They'd grown up in it, trained in it, run it in the dark for years. The ghost unit riders had expensive equipment that had stopped working and eyes that hadn't adjusted to darkness because they'd been relying on the HUDs to handle that. It wasn't a fight. It was a disassembly.

she screams in pain shivering. "That's for trying to do what can't be done" Lilith whispers and giggles. "It will always be done!" The blue parrot fires back and uses her last strength at the moment to close the hole. "It's done" she smiles and breathes out. "Noo! Ahh! It's not possible! Noo!" Lilith roars in agony and withers. "We did it!" Chris exclaims hugging everyone and they hug him back in utmost jubilation.

“Hey!” The vengeful ghost turned toward the hunters. They noticed the shock on its face; it didn’t expect they can see him. The hunters quickly split apart, and they surrounded the ghost. Damon let out a fire and crawled over it with the arrow he was holding. Raven did the same with her Katana. They can see the electricity sparking throughout its blade. “Who are you?” the ghost asked in a big, scary voice. It seemed to echo throughout the grave.