Oh Rayos Zorro Novels & Stories

Soral scowls when Javier just goes back to eating, seeming unperturbed by his raised alarm. “Hey, you! I'm coming here for that meal, how dare you continue to eat it!” Seeing Javier consuming the food seems to make Soral forget his fears, and as he realizes, Javier no longer looks as scary as before. Soral had already heard from Rene that Javier is now an omega, but this is the first time seeing it. He has no need to hide behind Luca anymore, they are nearly the same size now, Soral’s chest buffs out with bravery, he can easily deal with this male who tried to ruin Rene’s life.

His eyes were bright in the light and looked like a mystic bird. The world was bathed in brilliant sunlight that shone from clear blue skies, and a warm spring breeze ruffled the short hairs of Zorro's face. Bishop Eloise and Pawn Clara raised their heads to look at him. He flew high into the sky and landed back on the ground. His wings folded inwards again, and his head turned around to look at them as soon as he was done landing. He had been so fast that he hadn't even touched the ground when he landed.

Mor wags her tail, “now is an ok time” Just as I’m about to ask what it is, I can feel her pushing into me. Our claws extend and our hair changes color? Wait what? Scared of what just happened, both of the boys’ jaws dropped. “What? What do I look like?”. I walk over to the pond and see an entirely different face staring back at me. I let out a scream. There are those half green, half gold eyes again but my hair is long, wavy and… blonde?? I have a celtic tattoo gently carved into my forehead, looks like a jewel almost.

"You plan on killing everyone." "And I plan on starting with you," Zora whispered as she pushed her hands through the portal. The sparks flying around her fingers increased as she muttered a spell under her breath. "Ghai thuzar jhakita op lik..." "Elora..." "... Htak ishtah zhwart humbil..." "Elora, get out of here..." "Hakim zithub arole hafig DEATH!!!" "ELORA!!!" A large beam of light, encircled by a black cloud that whispered lullabies of death, shot out of Zora's hands and headed straight for me. Alexander screamed my name as the beam grew larger, it's speed increasing with every passing second.

I didn't fall asleep, but I was rotten with sleep. - Mother Moon helps us. A zombie had just entered the kitchen. - Colby screamed between laughs, making me jump. - That under your eyes, is it dark circles, or did you fall on a piece of shit? – Dominic added, joining our brother's laughter. - Do you two remember the Power Rangers movies we used to see? Why don't you guys get up each other's ass and turn into a Megazord? - I tell them, irritated, but they send themselves to the floor laughing.

The pack adores them, though they’re undeniably strange—sometimes claiming they can see ghosts, impossibly wise for their age, and an absolute handful to raise. Zoe sighs dramatically, taking the cake from my hands. “You made this?” “Of course,” I reply, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “Don’t drop it.” But before she can even admire it properly, her face suddenly pales. She sways slightly, gagging. Ryder frowns, steadying her. “You’ve been feeling sick a lot lately,” he says, concerned. “Maybe you should see the pack doctor.” “I’m fine,” Zoe mutters, waving him off just as her two boys come running, their energy buzzing around them like a storm. They skid to a stop in front of

Rizor yells. At that moment Klara and Ri run back into the cave. Rizor begins to levitate and red essence emanates from his form and his eyes turn red. Kyra breaks her concentration and the entire cave shakes. "I'm done playing these games!" He yells and then he aims a ball of light at Ri.

Synth-K. Zorro’s voice was a slurred, warm rumble against my ear. He smelled like the distinct, sharp tang of ozone that always seemed to cling to scientists. My fingers trailed down the lapel of his suit, playing the part of the bored, adoring socialite to perfection. "Enlighten me," I purred, leaning back against the marble railing of the hotel balcony. The evening skyline spread out below us, a glittering grid of lights that went on forever.

Lorna suddenly cried out. I looked down. The small stuffed toy had fallen from her hands and rolled a few feet away into the crowd. "I will get it, bug," I said, letting go of Mateo’s hand. I took two steps forward to pick up the toy. Before I could reach it, a familiar hand reached down and picked the stuffed lion off the ground. I froze. I slowly looked up. Standing in front of me, holding the stuffed toy in his hand, was Zyran. He looked terrible, he wasn’t wearing a suit. He wore a simple black hoodie and jeans. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His eyes were red and hollow .

she whispered, her voice trembling—not from weakness, but from everything she’d held in too long. "You're ok," she murmured, trying to hold back a sob. Orion let out a low, rumbling purr, nudging his snout into the crook of her neck and shoulder in an effort to soothe her. She buried her face against him for a single heartbeat, letting herself breathe him in. But the moment was caught short when a shadow leapt at them. Rey rolled away instantly, dodging his attack by mere centimetres before pulling out a dagger from the holster strapped to her thigh. She swung it with ruthless precision.