Nfl Rush Zone Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He moved. The speed was breathtaking. One moment he was standing still, the next he was a blur of motion, closing the twenty-foot gap in under a second. Zane's crossbow fired. The bolt should have taken Azrael in the chest, that shimmering shield deflected it harmlessly. I burst through the motel's front door, my enhanced speed allowing me to intercept Azrael before he reached the stairs to Zane. Our collision sent us both tumbling across the weed-choked parking lot.

My shoulders tighten and I move to dash around him; to dodge his touch. But I am untrained in heels, clumsy. My ankle twists and I fall forward—straight into Zarek's grasp. He pulls me close as if it were instinct; making me flush against his groin. My cheeks immediately heat, a blush creeping up my neck as I meet his gaze, painfully aware of what twitches beneath me. His length is harder than steel and he holds my stare as he presses into me further.

All I feel from his touch is coldness. I reach for his hand, placing it on the space between us on the seat. Then I turn my face toward the window, taking in the scenery before us. We’re currently at the location of the Elysian Whisper Hill—the road where I ran into Zane when he pretended to be a delivery man. I shut my eyes, taking deep breaths, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. The thought of Blake and me never finding love scares me, but what scares me more is the impending war. I don’t want anyone to die—not now, never.

Mental images of him and Sierra together flashed in my mind fueling my anger. "We need to go now!" Dane pushed himself up to his feet, the pain made it impossible for us to move faster, but still, we pushed hard. "I'm going to kill him," Dane muttered running off while holding his chest. "I second that." I agreed as I followed closely behind. We got there at the same time and we kicked the door open. The hinges gave way as the door fell open. We rushed in not minding the broken door. I saw a very shirtless Zane on top of our mate with his fangs buried deep in her neck while her very red blood slid down to the bed.

After a few seconds of moving through the gyrating bodies on the dance floor, he finally spotted Asher. The moron was stumbling out of the VIP area, looking very sick. However there was a slutty flush on his cheeks and Zane couldn’t help but drag his eyes over his body. Objectively, Asher was a very intensely attractive man, and even though that was a man related to him by blood, Zane was very much an alive man in his prime. Watching the idiot all but run into the private hall just down the hall from the pounding VIP club area, Zane felt a stirring in his pants. He wanted to throw him across the neares table and rip his pants from him and then show everyone that perfect dusky pink hole befo

L A N A I don't think when I run. As my feet hit the pavement faster, my chest burns and heaves as I flee for dear life. I turn corners without checking where they lead, because right now? Anywhere feels better than standing between Ezio and Dante while they decide what to do with each other.

68 Their foot merely touched the ground whilst they ran harder and faster on the concrete road.. Ryley and Zander were in a belly up position. Though it was understandable for Ryley being insecure and worried about her regardless, why Zander looked as if he were standing at the death's door. He was way faster and active than Ryley. "Hurry up Zane, run run run" They were as fast as they could be yet Ryley was a step ahead of his beta friend that he cannot stop his heart from shouting to him for increasing his pace.

All this time spent chasing after shadows and they show up, like stomping over all my efforts and rubbing defeat over my face. We reel back, swaying our head slowly from side to side, ‘Darn it, I can’t control my excitement’. Zoning out the lousy commentator’s voice and bringing our head up gradually to zone in on that traitor, we see him lunge towards after some sort of command to start the match that we fail to register. ‘Nice, saves the trouble’. As soon as his maw expands and he’s about to bite into our right shoulder, we move away so sleekly, allowing him to dive through and plunge headfirst into the sand. For now, let’s just play around for a while.

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

Our breaths were heavy and in sync with our fast, pounding hearts. We could see each other’s paces on our pupils as our faces were half an inch apart, and his hand slowly moved from my hand up to my arm. But just as I closed my eyes… “The troops are ready… Oh shit…” Zane and I pulled apart from each other so fast that we stumbled back and fixed our clothes and footing like we were guilty of something. Oh my goddess… Thank goodness it’s dark… Or else they would see how my face was a full crimson right now.