Mob Characters Novels & Stories

We are moving too fast. "Sabrina…Adele and Angie are with me, they want to kill me." I scream as I feel the glass fragments break. Something hits our car and we stop. A group of hooded men with long short-range weapons get out of the truck. Adele and Angela scream as a couple of guys get their hands on them. Erick struggles with one of them, but they manage to hit him in the head and knock him unconscious.

He had mobilized the entire police force of Monsato, evacuating civilians and establishing a perimeter while awaiting military support. However, when the Moda military learned that the chaos was caused by a single individual operating a three-meter-tall assassin robot, they decided not to intervene, leaving the police department to handle the issue. The Moda military deemed this within the capabilities of the Monsato Police Department. Yet, in reality, the situation was far graver than they had anticipated. The robot, piloted by Johnson, boasted incredible durability. Even rocket-propelled grenades could not penetrate its armor. Furthermore, Johnson seemed aware of the police's plans and was

Moe didn’t slow until we were at the truck. Moe pulled the Corolla to a stop beside the hulking, armored truck that had been our primary transport until its engine had given out. The contrast was almost comical. The truck was a beast of burden, a brute-force solution to a brute-force world. The Corolla was a pathetic, shivering mouse hiding in its shadow.

Moby said awkwardly. Moby was not blindly bragging about the demons. He really thought they were not to be trifled with. “The demons are as notorious as the humans, but relatively speaking, they are not as cunning as humans. Hence, the true gods never really targeted them and allowed them to live in the dark.”

They all were built about the same but had different coloring and eye shape. The males, however...The differences in each species are drastically more noticeable on their bigger bodies. Plus, I hadn't even seen a person from Gaimo until Capt. Moor came out with his dark green scales running along the sides of his neck. His eyes remind me of a reptile from Earth and are pretty intimidating. But none of the men are ugly or even unattractive. They're actually all really cute. They just seem serious... "Next up, Lieutenants. Lt. Modok- Gaimo, Lt. Mashorn- Cok, Lt. Kedah- Frole, Lt. Zarn- Makskin...

Truly, Nikolai might not have shown any interest in my presence, but one thing I am sure of is that he doesn’t want his possession to get attached to another person aside from him. That obsessed possessive bastard thinks that he can parade me and declare me as his own in display of his infinite wealth. Akim said that Nikolai holds the largest mob in the country, but the sure thing is I can annoy the hell out of him. The bruise on my face stirred him enough. How much more if he sees me this close to another man. Even though it is Akim.

Was he really a Draconian martial artist and not a god like Yohan? In the face of death, Mobius actually found doubt in himself, when he had never once questioned Yohan's power. It left him at a loss, as he had the feeling that Frank's might strongly resembled Yohan's in a way!

In the midst of the fighting I had forgotten that Mobius was here. I watched in amazement as his luminous white fur was drenched in blood as he took out three vampires with one swipe of his massive paw. He stood up on his hide legs and was every bit of ten feet tall. With one bite, one swipe, he ended the vampires with ease. The vampires seemed to be unaware that the werebear was here and they started retreating in hordes, back toward the water. Mobi and the warriors were on their heels as they retreated, laying waste to as many as they could before they reached the boats they came in on.

S) Before the Enhanced M.O.A.B were exploded, I was able to teleport out of the Snow Storm City and in the middle of my most heated battle against 10 Tier 6 Monsters. But still that doesn’t mean that I was able to walk out of the battle unharmed. I am severely wounded, battered and injured all over my body, my whole body were covered in blood, cut marks and all kinds of injuries.

I lean onto the window frame, watching my car parked in the same place we did yesterday. And suddenly Red appears into view, taking my breath away. He is with an old man, who seems to be the mechanic judging from his direct gaze toward the car. They are talking while at it. I blush right away, watching Red as he takes his phone and shows the old man something from it. I wonder what they're doing, but I'm pretty sure it has everything to do with the repair. My phone buzzes out of the blue and I'm inclined to abandon the pleasure of ogling my bodyguard. Frowning, I follow the sound until I find my mobile. My smile fades instantly at the caller's ID.