Hxh Colt Novels & Stories

My black fitted tee coming in view. The guy looked at me with an emotion I had known for years, lust. Tsking, I stretched my muscles, producing a pop sound. The crowd roared again making my body twitch in excitement. Taking a step closer, I saw his face filled with scars. A tattoo leaked out of his collar---Black rose with snake. “Back off girl or you’ll lose a limb.” He hissed. "Name?"

Colt asked in a dramatic voice, looking heartbroken. "I don't like the way you breathe. It's... too loud." Darren said and walked away. Colt looked hurt for a while, but he soon collected himself and took another sip of the porridge... ... and he got burnt again. I took the bowl from his hands and said, "Why don't we wait for a while before drinking it?" "OK." He replied while wiping his lips. Staring at the salamanders in the stream, Colt said, "I'm sorry for overreacting to your lizard friends. I have a phobia of reptiles. It's a primal fear. I can't control it."

he says rolling up his sleeve, his face indicating pure anger. Instead I hug him tight and cry heavily on his shoulders, he holds unto me and sigh. "What happened?" he asks me as I have successfully calmed down. I brought out my notepad and begin to write. And in details I explain everything Colton's face turns bright red and he stands. Colton is a crazy guy with well defined arms which he prefers to use it on people who crosses his line rather than sitting down and wasting time talking about it. "What did you do? "

He was still chuckling as he left the library with his guards. Colt pulled his phone and dialled Matteo's line. "What's crashing, my wild card?" Matteo's grainy voice hit the phone. "You know what you did. Am I a commodity to you?" Colt said, his voice not dropping. "Oh...." Matteo sounded. "The deal with FIRI? But it's just two hours, Colt. You can just follow Harish for the comeback,and I promise to give you a day break from the garage." "I'm not gonna go for the comebackFind yourself a new commodity," Colt declared and hung up.

“H-huh?” “Care to share what’s in that head of yours?” he asked in a low voice. Colt was lying flat on his abdomen. The size of the watchtower was not enough for his legs to extend and he had to lift them up. There was a gap enough for the muzzle to stick out, but he seemed comfortable though. “Nothing.” He was looking through the scope, watching across the distance, then he spoke, “Seen anything unusual?” “I got a good sight, but I couldn’t see anything other than leaves swaying in the wind.” I chuckled.

Dean watched me, pestering me with the last topic I wanted to discuss, every chance he got, when I wasn’t working out or locked in the library tracking down Rosetta's new location, or stalking Colt's social media pages. Colt. Colt, who had become the major source of anxiety. He was quiet. After Axel explained that the young woman was a biker in Colt’s club, the youngest, and sort of his pet in the group, I sent a condolence message. He read the message, and his only response was the love emoji. I had to rely on his social media pages for signs of life from him.

Damon brought me books while Blaze glowered from the doorway. This particular afternoon, Colt was heading out. “Gotta do a club run. You good?” “Peachy,” I said, following him to the door. He turned to say goodbye and my eyes landed on the very obvious very large bulge straining against the front of his jeans. I couldn’t help it so I pointed. “Whoa there, cowboy. What’s that for?” Colt flushed with a deep red creeping up his neck but he laughed nervously. “Sorry. It’s… it happens. Being near you… it’s intense. And with the full moon coming up… the urges are… stronger.”

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

Reaching out to the tumbler which contained Tequila Slammer, Baron chugged down the liquid and slightly scrunched his nose when it burned the back of his throat. Dropping the cue stick on the table, he slid his left hand into the pocket of his knee length pants while his right hand twirled the tumbler. He was shirtless and a part of his tattoos which were colored gleamed under the lights. He downed the liquor again as he stared into oblivion. Different thoughts rummaged through his mind. The past few months in X-habit had been bloody. Some unknown gunmen of an unknown rival gang had attacked them twice and they had lost a few of their men.

The pain lessened, replaced by a surge of determination. “Come on, Heather,” Colt taunted again, his tone turning cold. “You were supposed to be the strongest of the batch, but look at you—pathetic. You’ve barely managed to kill any of my men,” He sneered, kicking a lifeless Raven wolf out of his way. “You see, I put Damon to sleep just for this—so you could finally show me your true strength.” His dark eyes glinted with sadistic delight as he spoke. I silently pleaded with Whitney. “Heal me faster—I need you.”