Mihawk X Zoro Novels & Stories

Zander’s voice shouted from behind her. She turned just as he lunged past her, shifting mid-air to tackle the rogue wolf. The hallway erupted into chaos as the brothers appeared, their wolves unleashed. Mia stumbled back, her heart racing as she watched the fight unfold. The rogue was strong, but the brothers’ teamwork overwhelmed it. As the rogue fell, blood pooling beneath it, Zander shifted back, his chest heaving. He turned to Mia, his eyes filled with both anger and fear. “Are you hurt?” he demanded, his voice sharp.

I said. "Who could have taken it?" A pack member asked. "All of Felix's men are dead." "Not all," I said. "I don't remember seeing Felix's assistant. What's his name?" I tried remembering. "Zoro," Zion said. "He couldn't have gotten that far in such a long time," I said. "I'm sure he's headed to Silver Dawn Pack, he and Leland are allies." Tiana burst out laughing like she'd suddenly lost it, and everyone looked in her direction.

No one is speaking, and that’s when I realize that everyone is waiting for me to give the next word. I want to laugh. Say, “Really guys?” but I don’t because I also know why I’m the one put on the spot: I’m the bridge between the zareths and the werewolves. Korrin is my mate, and Astrid and Maya probably think he will be more truthful if I ask him the questions. Fuckers… In exhale. “We are ready,” my eyes are focusing on Korrin’s yellow. “Tell us everything about the Khor-Azan.”

He stood there, his chest heaving, his own minor Alpha aura flickering like a dying candle against the roaring ultraviolet dark. "Micah? Get out of the way!" Zane commanded, his sword glowing with a silver light. "She’s possessed! She’s the anchor now!" "She’s the only one standing between you and a thousand teeth, you idiots!" Micah roared back, his voice breaking with the strain. He looked over his shoulder at Rhea, his eyes filled with a tragic, sudden clarity. "I spent my whole life being a coward, Zane. I spent my whole life playing both sides, waiting to see who would win. But I’m done waiting."

Pretend like none of this ever happened. 38: Hiro - Surrender

He was a lot taller than he looked from afar. “Luna, this is Zuko. He's the head warrior and majorly oversees the men,” she introduced briefly. “Zuko, the Luna is looking for a training partner for today and I think you'll fit just fine.” My eyes widened as I turned to her. She wanted me to spar with the head warrior. That sounded like suicide! After her revelation, Zuko’s muscles seemed to double in size and I gulped. He looked more surprised than I was. “You want me to spar with the Luna?” He asked, looking at her like she had grown horns.

“Yeah, but–“ a blast hit Míriel before she could complete her sentence. Another one hit him, sending him falling. He felt heavy, and couldn’t move. “It seems I underestimated you lot.”, Zoi’s voice boomed as he stood, floating over them. His hand was bathed in a red glow, as he lowered himself to where they lay. “But that’s enough from you.” He pointed his hand at Míriel’s face. “If I kill you, the dimension disappears right?”, he asked grinning, as a sword appeared in his hand. Willow couldn’t move, and watched in horror as he raised the blade and swung down. Right before the sword hit her, she grinned. “Gods, what took you so long?”, she said, as massive bolts of lightning hit Zoi from beh

Liz came up and hugged me. "Don't even talk like that Mark." I wrapped an arm around her. There was a tense silence around us. Arron cleared his throat. "So, tomorrow Cziro has to hold his own against my most elite team, without weapons or armor, and he has decided to do so as a human." Arron gestured to me, his attempt to change the subject obvious. "Without armor or weapons?!?" Arisa exclaimed. "Mark will be fine." Liz said with a smile.

then applauded. Miyako acknowledged my honorable gesture by hurling my tomahawk back at me...with her feet. I couldn't let her Crouching Tiger defeat my Hidden Dragon, so I caught the axe centimeters from my face. For a split second, I wondered whose hand had save me. The slight pain of the haft having slapped my palm informed me that it was...me.

"I'm Zara of the Purple Dragon Clan and this is-" Her sister interrupts. "I wish to do my own introduction," she tells her sister and then turns to me. "I'm Zora of the Purple Dragon Clan and we're eight." The girls are feminine versions of their brothers. The girls' hair is long and shiny. Even at their age they take care of themselves better than their uncle or un-uncle does. Now that introductions are over, Ashrac nods to the kitchen door.