Mob Characters Novels & Stories

"Kenny and his boys are pinned down due to gunfire." "Well if it's a fight they want," said Rooster all in for a battle after harboring such aggression. The Howler M.C. had been long-standing enemies of The Canyon Creek Coyote M.C. and as their mutual club names would imply, they were downright mortal enemies. Howler M.C. however had been the only shapeshifting faction thus far, but they had hated The Canyon Creek Coyotes just the same. It was Howler M.C.'s tradition to refer to the so-called badasses of the canyon as "Zygotes".

For the first part of the duel between Moe and Trisha, Myra was tempted to power Moe up, there was enough reason why she had that feeling, Moe was being beaten heavily by Trisha who seemed to be in a rage that someone dared to challenge her and the only thing which stayed Myra’s hand was the fact that Moe didn’t seem too bothered by Trisha show of strength. Myra understood better when Trisha started to be tired, her burst of energy being exhausted, that was when Moe started. They all had forgotten the race which Moe came from, a shifting animal whose normal counterparts had gone extinct and was now seen as mythical, a griffin who was just as majestic as a dragon. And also a battle animal. Mo

Some of them were carrying their axes, some had daggers, and more sharp and little weapons that could also kill. “Hiya, um, fellow little creatures!” Lane greeted them while waving her hands, but she received no response from them. “Their straight faces are consistent,” I commented. Moha went near them without even thinking that the stunted creature might be too dangerous to approach. He flashed a slight smile and bowed his head after that. “Hi. My name is Moha, and that woman who’s standing right there...” He said and pointed at me. “Her name is Nowo, and we are from the defender’s base.”

Of course, if Nimbus were severely injured, Moe would be no better. He was even more seriously injured than Nimbus. Moe was just a peak Infinity Ranker.

"My father got this on my 18th birthday. Champions are different from the first-generation Mobile Armor. They're the true combat Mobile Armors. They were with the Turmann family for countless years. Those Mobile Armors created after Champions were just some soulless broken pieces. They were tall. But they can only be controlled remotely. Humans can't enter those Mobile Armors. Thus, synesthesia systems don't exist for those Mobile Armors. They're just a bunch of meaningless machines."

The architecture was eerily realistic, featuring shattered ambulance bays, rusted triage tents, and barricaded double doors marked with faded red crosses. "I've got eyes on the compound," Kara reported. Her rogue avatar was clinging to the side of a rusted comms tower. "Ren, the mob density here is weird. The perimeter guards are heavily armored Brutes, but the interior of the Bio-Hub is packed with low-level, unarmored Scourge hitboxes. It's like a spawning pool."

I was fortunate enough to study information regarding monsters last night, when I felt like I didn’t possess enough knowledge about this world. And this, this... THING in front of me is the reason why I nitpick about the unfairness of giving informations about this world. I unconsciously heaved a long sigh. There’s nothing I can do about it now, can I? Saying from a side character’s point of view, or A.K.A, the mob character of this world that deserves living for the first several chapters, I didn’t have that priority over other main characters. “So...” I eyed the lifeless polar bear slash rabbit monster in front of me. This strange thing that the author came up with actually has its own nam

Redoing a summary of my life I realize that there is no happier moment than this one, meeting Amy again was like having back a little piece of me that had been ripped off. My desire was to stay there glued to her the whole time but my duty called me, I reluctantly moved away from her and spent the whole morning trapped in the office with Aníbal and two of my security guards. ___"" Do you really think it will work? ___" I'm sure anibal was 15 years of legacy, every mobster around italy and the world knows and fears el diablo, they won't deny me support so easily, people from the south will support us you bet book a dinner with di Paolo

Ria’s eyes widened immediately at the mention of that one app. She staggered backward and almost fell to the ground. Michael nodded weakly as pain flickered in his eyes. “Memory Obedience Behavioral Override… MOBO.” He said it in a whisper. “At first, I created it to become strong, to rule, and to deal with my enemies, mostly those bullies. I have always been fascinated by the fragile line between memory, instinct, and soul. I spent years building the experiment to merge lunar magic with human consciousness. It was never meant to override, manipulate, or torture.

Max nods once, hoisting Stephon’s shoulder, and vanishes down the dark service corridor. The moment they clear the light, Cade rushes back to my side. His hands fly up, his fingers wrapping firmly around my arms, his grip tight enough to anchor my trembling body. I look past his shoulder, my heart stopping as I spot the pooling dark circle of blood staining the stone floor behind him.