Jester From Glitter Force Novelas e Histórias

His tone left no room for question, no space for hesitation. His Beta, Fred, however, was foolish enough to ask one. “My King… forgive my boldness, but why Golden-Silver Pack first? I thought you despised that Alpha.” The room grew cold. King Jester’s head lifted, and his piercing gaze landed on Fred. His eyes were not just dark… they were voids, black storms that stripped courage from flesh. Fred felt the blood drain from his face. “Keep that mouth of yours shut, Fred, or I’ll tear your tongue out myself,” Jester growled, his voice low and dangerous, like a predator coiled before striking.

"You've been working for my mother for the longest time, Mr. Zimmer. Or are you not sure who's actually the grandson of Miles Langford here?" Mr. Zimmer stopped in his tracks, freezing up. "Well, I…" Jennie shot him an annoyed glare right then. "My sister is the heir to this company! And you're going against her orders?! Perhaps you rather pack your things and leave?!" Mr. Zimmer paled in fear right then, and glanced at me gingerly, "Please, Mr. Langford—I have a family to feed, so please just leave and don't make this any harder for me." Though he gestured for security to drag me outside, I picked up a vase from the table and threw it at them as they closed in. "Come on, just try me! I'm no

This was my whole life and identity they were gonna reveal to me. “Okay, let’s have it. But before you start, I’d like to say, I know I’m a Werewolf and also a witch, apparently y’all like to mix bloodlines every so often and I just happen to be one of the products” I said, then paused to let that sink in. “Y’all should start, first with why people keep referring to me as, the heir. The heir to what, Heir of Quillon they say”. My Father cleared his throat, a clear sign of his discomfort.

When faced with a nutter making you a crazy offer you can be sure rejecting it will only produce an even worse counter-offer. “You know, I’m not sure what it is you want from me. I’m not saying no, I’m simply not sure what’s on the table.” “We don’t want anything from you!” said the Jester, as though the very idea was preposterous. “We want to give to you. Anything you desire. Wouldn’t you like to fly? Be as strong as a giant? Rip your enemies apart with your bare hands. Oh. Oh. The power, think about the power. My lips are moist at the thought of it.” There was a slobbering sound like a tongue running over lips. At least, that’s what I hoped it was.

Compared to Astral whose vibe was sinister, Sirius who worked for a powerful organization looked friendlier. “It is you, Sirius.” Astral narrowed his eyes. Sirius glanced at Astral without a word. He kept walking with a fierce-looking group in tow. The group drew close to Kaze. Kaze looked at Sirius and asked indifferently, “Did Magnus send you?” “Mr. Lee.” Sirius smiled and spoke humbly, “My name is Sirius Glitter, an illegitimate child of the Glitter family. I’m the chief of the Viper’s Den’s serious crime unit.”

I mutter and of course Remington gives me a shake of his head and a disapproving look, but Felix laughs. "If we were in my pack, I would've slapped the shit out of him myself. And then let you do it,” my friend says. I smile and look back at him. He's such a cool guy, I’m sure he’s not lying. He handles things in his pack with such little seriousness, people call him Alpha Jester.

But not one from any pack I knew. “You don’t know me,” he said casually, “but I know plenty about you, Willow Luphera.” He said my last name like a spell, too precise… too casual. “Who are you?” I demanded. His smile widened, and this time, fangs flashed faintly behind his lips. “Jarek. Alpha of Silver Glow.” The world stopped for a moment.

“Tell that to the glass in your face. f**k. Lucifer’s going to be pissed.” I frown. I guess I missed that. Jynx walks over to the Crawlercicle and with a swift kick, shatters the Crawler into pieces. She looks down at the broken chunks of ice and Crawler bits in disgust. “Still think you don’t need me?” She holds out her hand and I take it. She easily lifts me to my feet. “You look like shit.” I smirk. “Well, that’s the look I was going for.”

“She can’t shoot you if she can’t even target you.” — Pilot: Jester Role: Electronic Warfare Hermes Aerospace “Kestrel” Light Assault Suit [A] Universal Mechanics “Snapdragon” Coil Pistol [B] Universal Mechanics Reinforced Buckler [C] Hermes Aerospace “Skymirror” EWar Suite (SM) [A] — Jester’s Kestrel was similar to Dark Elf - it was slim and light. But it also stood at a standard height, and had slightly beefier armor in comparison. Certainly nothing like the Silverback, but it allowed him to hold his own in a fight.

"I can't possibly race back to him, he would laugh and make jest of me then he would ask me to fall by his feet and ask for forgiveness which I can never do. So I definitely have to protect myself." I turned back after thinking of a plan. I saw them, they weren't that far from me. I have to do this even if it's the most embarrassing thing in the whole world. I walked stylishly to them holding the leader of the gang by the collar of his shirt, after spotting him amongst others. "Hey, am I pretty?" I asked. He smiled showing his brown teeth, "Sure darling, you are the prettiest". I was disgusted by his wrinkled face. He ought to be a grandpa.