Laserblast Ok Ko Novels & Stories

“We had the mating ceremony. I’m part of Blue Moon now.” “Lydia, I hope it isn’t what I’m thinking. You’ve been marked by Knox? And joining them today—does that mean you two mated?” Blake’s voice wavered, a sharp edge of panic beneath his words. Lydia laughed, but it was dry and hollow. “No, silly. It was a blood-binding ritual. The ceremony only involved drinking each other’s blood, that’s all. We didn’t mate. Not like we ever would.” There was silence on the other end.

Then suddenly— "Oh my God!" Her voice cut through the quiet. Kane reacted instantly. His entire body snapped toward her, alert, tense, ready. "What?" he demanded. Mona's eyes were wide, but not with fear. With excitement. "We need to celebrate your win, mister!" Kane blinked. Then exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Shit, princess," he muttered. "Don't do that." She tilted her head. "Do what?" "Yell like that," he said. "Thought something was wrong."

He grabbed a knife, carefully slicing a large piece as I replied, "Garden Grounds." "Oh they're already booked, there's a Tinder thing happening there, " "Dang it!" I yelled, stopping the call before shifting through the other contact, maybe Elisa- "Don't try The Sparks, they're booked too," Chris called out, licking his fingers off, "I love chocolate, " he groaned, like I suddenly cared. "Damn it, where else?" I asked to no one in particular. I could feel the stress lines forming. Dad was going to kill me! Yep, I could see the headlines tomorrow, "Superstar Justin Star Ryder, rightfully murdered by Billionaire Robin Ryder for messing up his Launch party."

I bent down, dragged Yoana out of the car, and threw her into the middle of the yard. When I ripped off her blindfold, she saw me and started screaming, struggling wildly. "Eric, let me go! What are you trying to do?" "What am I trying to do?" I let out an icy laugh. I turned, grabbed a gas can from the car, and poured a circle of gasoline on the ground. I shoved Yoana into the center of it and took out a lighter. With a sharp click, a flame sprang to life, flickering in the dim morning light.

Keagan asked rhetorically, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "No way, bro! I'm genuinely looking out for you. Trust me, most of those other brands are just cheap imitations, loaded with chemicals you definitely don't want in your body," Blitz explained, raising his fist and waiting for Keagan to reciprocate with a fist bump. Keagan reluctantly obliged, but his initial impression of Blitz didn't sit well with him. It felt like Blitz put on a show for others, attempting to conceal his obnoxious nature, but failing to do so effectively.

I giggled. "No that's no- fuck it just do it after." She said and cut off the link. Damn, she must be really furious. "This is going to be fucking interesting." Noah said as he leaned on the wall behind us. "Yeah..." —————————————————— "And this how the system immune is created, any question?" Blaze asked as the girls who he designated to be his assistant, stayed too close to him much to my displeasure. She was touching him, his strong arms. She can't fucking do that!

I shut my eyes closed and hope for the next couple of lyrics to end quickly. "A lot more of Eela in our lives, a little bit of J-Dawg by our sides, a little bit of FeeBee is all we need, a little less of White Boy's what we wanna see, a little bit of Blubber burning in the sun, a little bit of BoyBand crying all night long, a little bit of Simo, where are you, a little bit of them makes us so cool!"

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.

I don't know who leaned in first. Maybe we both did. But our lips met-soft, trembling. A kiss born from sorrow and need. Not passion. Not yet. Just a desperate longing for something human in the middle of pain. Neither of us noticed the faint rustle in the hedge behind us. Or the shimmer of light reflecting off a camera lens. Lysa, unseen, lowered the device in her hand, her expression unreadable. She stepped back into the shadows and tapped on her screen. Photo sent. No name. No words. Just coordinates. And we-young, foolish, and aching-continued down a path we didn't know was being watched.