Jericho Comic Books Novels & Stories

Then, he let out a guttural growl that shook the birds in the forest. He automatically rushed to the water, and dove, while Jericho was on my side. 'Sunshine. Are you okay?' Jericho asked using the mind link. He can no longer communicate with Helena after I rejected him. Jericho pulled me to the surface. 'Enemy. Someone is trying to drown me.' Jericho's eyes flashed golden yellow, wrapped the towel around my wolf body and scanned the surroundings. I no longer knew where Knoxx was. Maybe he was looking for the culprit under the water.

They would learn why attacking us was a stupid decision and would be the last one that they ever made. My wolf’s jaws closed, snapping another enemy’s neck. He spat the wolf’s filthy blood out of his mouth. Rogues smelled like shit, and their blood was similarly unappealing. Jericho’s split-second distraction cost him when another wolf bulldozed him from the side, throwing him to the ground. Then the wolf pounced on him before he could even move. The fucker’s claws raked across Jericho’s side. However, he got his own hit in. Claws dragged from one side of the fucker’s face to the other. Too bad that he’d be dying before the wound became a scar.

Jericho says to me as he sits down beside me on the bed and gives me a hug. "They won't be able to harm you anymore," he whispers, his voice filled with compassion. "You're safe now, with me." As Jericho holds me in his arms, I can feel the weight of his words sinking into my bones. A profound sense of relief washes over me, knowing that I am no longer alone in this battle. With Jericho by my side, I have a chance to reclaim my life and find the justice I deserve.

Fuck, this prick was older, closer to my father’s age than mine, but still in fighting years. “Yeah… I do,” he coughed, still laughing. “It’s funny because you took the bait, and now your bitch and human brat will die, and you can’t stop it,” he kept laughing. Jericho’s power surged forward, but I pulled him back when I noticed the crescent mark on the man’s neck.

He was still going to get on my nerves again and I was going to have to suppress the urge to gouge his eyeball from its socket. "What? “ She asked, but I wasn't in the mood to explain further. "Well, I don't know what this his but the last time we discussed, you talked about mobilizing our men to get Harman down. I overheard Jericho when he said he had got rid of him... Well I found it out to be true. The fucker is gone. Jericho did that for you. Didn't he?" She probed. I kept mute instantly. Jericho did not kill Harman for me. Harman would have died without me in the equation, he was the Bandas enemy.

I kicked open every door in the hallways, praying quietly that I didn’t find Jessica’s dead body in any of them. I turned toward a curve, leading to a brighter corner. As I carefully moved in, I saw a shadowy figure at the end of the aisle. Jericho. He looked just the same. He used to be a scared little boy, never involving himself in Caesaro’s and my bull fights and missions. Now, he was one of the deadliest Dons in the country. “You bastard,” I seethed. "Ah, Vincenzo Romero. The Shadow of Chicago. What a lovely surprise,” he drawled, his arms behind his back. “Although, you’re quite early.”

You will fall. Just like the rest of the enemies who have dared to challenge me! I feared the dark benders once, but now, with your suppressed powers you haven't even touched the surface of what you can do. You're weak!” Jericho’s dropped down on all fours, switching his posture. He charged towards the two and his teeth gripped Tyndale's cloak, dragging him backward. He let go of Daito and reached for the laces on his chest that were holding the cloak in place. He tore down the knot and released the cloak allowing him to get back on his feet.

She crumpled to the floor, clutching her side in pain. I turned back to Jericho, my lips curling into a wicked grin. “Now, where were we?” Jericho’s face twisted with rage as he staggered toward me, but his steps faltered. He coughed once, then twice, blood splattering from his lips. The poison was finally taking its toll. “You…” he rasped, reaching for me, but I closed the distance between us. His pants were still down from his earlier display of arrogance, leaving him exposed. Without hesitation, I grabbed his most prized possession, squeezing until his screams filled the hall.

Jericho's showing his brief and notice that a vast and thick dick molding to his brief. Oh, My Eyes! I need some holy water to cleanse my eyes! I look at Takeshi doing the same and much, much, much, much, BIGGER! I think my eyes are going to pop off because of what I'm seeing. Those abs! Jericho and Takeshi have delicious six-pack bread! Then suddenly, I glance at Jaime or Mr. Marble. He has eight packs! OMG! But I'm a bit disappointed he didn't put down his pants! Join the fun!

Jericho said noticing it is the same, to confirm brought his phone to view clicking on the text he received that has the location and it was indeed the same location. “So we need to go get her before they start hurting her. But first I need to talk to Jace and see if he was able to escape.” Jericho left Davis side at once, going over to a side to settle down as he let go of the school bag hanging on his back through his shoulder. He brought out his gadgets connecting it together, and after awhile he clicked on a button with a certain earphone plugged into his ears. “Hey Jace are you on?” He said, as if speaking into the computing tools set in front of him.