Oneshot Novels & Stories

If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably. The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention. “You like the game, right? What's the name?” The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.” “What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?" To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”

HE gestures a quick salute as HIS mannerism and playful gestures as HE stops walking and in place a few meters away from Winona. “Tsk!” Shaken and alarm as she might be facing a higher demon and perhaps a black ark, she raises the Obscura to snap the image and know its origin, but. “Dare not.” With a whisper, yet rather a command, in a snap of HIS finger, Winona loses her grip on the camera. Commanding and binding it in HIS will, it afloat and away from Winona, sending it near HIM. “If I were you, I will never press the shutter.” He proudly warns, now holding the Obscura in his right hand.

The user can get the [Bleeding] effect after each shot (5% chance). "An army of these blood vultures will be useful...but these stats are nice too, it would be a pity to lose them." he racked his brains looking for an answer but couldn't come up with a solution, in the end, he opened a coin throw page on the web, letting the decision for lady luck. "Heads brood mother, tails attacker..." he flipped the coin, after spinning a couple of seconds it landed on Heads. "Brood mother then" [Are you sure? This change is irreversible.]

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Van 'Shit this is same like his battle with Kassandra if Onix and I can't see Pidgeot we cannot counter it, we are in trouble' Lauren "Hit Onix with multiple Steel Wings" As Pidgeot is blended well inside the cloud of sand Onix doesn't know from where it will be attacked, Pidgeot hit Onix from the right with a powerful steel wing, steel type moves are really effective so Onix is hurt but it doesn't stop there, another steel wing is delivered right in the front of it body then the left, then the right, Pidgeot's movement is very unpredictable and putting Van and Onix in a really tough spot, they don't know from where Pidgeot is gonna his.

Watching him from behind, he wore semi fitted black trousers and a loose black button up shirt that made his tall stature look very intimidating. Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking, we reached the throne room. With just a slight touch Vycer pushed the door open. I found my breath caught in my throat. There was Dekk. The monster. My rage boiled up, causing my hands to clench so hard my nails cut small slits into my palms. I bit my lip to try and buy time. This is it. I have to make it worthwhile. I raised my gaze to meet Dekk’s and was caught off guard that he was already staring directly at me.

I took his hand I didn't have a choice. I took off the damn heels as we both stood at the thin edge of the yatch about to jump. I turned around to see Manfred again but he was running. "Manfred.." I whispered wanting to get him but Seth held on to me. "Your two hours is up." we both turned to see Shane, the look he had on was like he's seen a ghost, a man in black stood behind him. "You..." he said looking over at Seth, I was confused. "Shoot him.." he ordered and suddenly a bullet was fired, like a movie everything was slow the bullet hit Seth he groaned in pain and started bleeding profusely.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

I typed, "but my identity has been captured by you already. If anything bad happens, I'll drag you to the grave with me." Zero-One's response was swift and unexpected. He sent a graduation photo of a group of elementary school students, among whom he claimed to be one. It was a shocking revelation, one that sent a shiver down my spine, for within that innocent image, I discovered a hidden connection. There, amidst the sea of youthful faces, was a photograph of my sister and me—proof that our lives had been intertwined in ways we had never fathomed. With a single sentence, Zero-One shattered my doubts, instilling a sense of trust that transcended the barriers of this clandestine world. "I wan

Lionel said, "which one's yours—the one on the left, or the one on the right?" Jamie didn't get a chance to answer before two DNA reports popped up on the screen. "I'm a helpful guy," Lionel said with a faint smirk. "I already did the tests for you. The one on the left is mine. Neither of them is yours." Jamie froze, eyes wide, and turned toward Tracy in disbelief. "That can't be right! You said one of them was mine!" Tracy hesitated for a moment, then covered her mouth as if something had just clicked.