Puck Kills Subaru Novels & Stories

He never mentioned it while we were together and He calls out a correction "Kai, your angle on the left side" I adjust, and then he says "Good," I miss my next pass. Clean. Open lane. Puck goes right past my tape. Derek stops skating and stares at me like I've grown a second head. "What was that?" he says, coasting over. "Nothing." "That was a nothing pass. You don't miss nothing passes." "I missed it. Move." Derek looks at me. Then he looks at Liam. Then he looks back at me with an expression I refuse to interpret. He moves.

Roman cursed, spinning around to aim at us, but before he could pull the trigger, Allie—bless her terrifying, adrenaline-fueled nursing student heart—swung the heavy steel fire extinguisher she’d carried from the quad directly into the back of Roman’s ruined kneecap. Roman collapsed with a blood-curdling scream, his gun skittering across the floor. Jaxson snatched it up, kicked the heavy van doors shut, and yelled at Allie to get in the driver's seat. We peeled out of the shipyard, the SUV’s tires screaming against the wet asphalt, leaving the syndicate bleeding in the rain. "Keep driving, Allie! Get us under the I-95 overpass!" Jaxson barked from the passenger seat, his chest heaving as he

I finally leaned closer to Dad, needing his warmth and strength. "Vulcan neck pinch, huh?" said the Detective Winchester finally. "That's a new one. Sure you don't want to change your story?" His obvious skepticism made my face redden. Dad cleared his throat and the detective's eyes shot toward him, narrowing. "Okay," he gave in, leaning back in his seat. Dad nodded with approval. "What about Dante's car, Ms. Parker. Can you describe it to me?" I shrugged. "It was a Blue Suburu WRX, STI, I think. Leather trimmed upholstery."

Clarence had already caught up with Roy and he got into the truck. “Damn it!” Roy yelled. “If he gives notice to the authorities, he will screw everything up and they will not pay us! Go for him!” Clarence stepped on the gas and they reached the end of the street. Almost a block later they spotted the Subaru and lunged after it again. As there was little traffic, in a few seconds they caught up with him and taking the pistol out the window Roy fired again. This time one of the bullets went through the rear glass and hit Frank in the shoulder. At the next intersection a traffic light had turned red and Frank didn’t stop. A trash compactor that had already made its early start and was coming f

two entities whose movements were so synchronized they seemed to share a single nervous system. The puck dropped, and the rink didn't just vibrate—it groaned. When Malak struck the Dead-Weight Puck, the sound was like a cannon blast. "Zane! Intercept!" Elara commanded. Zane moved to block, but the Iron-Sovereigns didn't play for the goal. They played for Attrition. Malak didn't pass the puck; he fired it directly at Zane’s chest. The impact shattered the outer layer of Zane’s obsidian armor. He didn't fall, but he staggered, his internal light flickering.

I purred, “What’s the difference between a porcupine and a Porche 911 GT3 RS? The porcupine has pricks on the outside.” It took all of two seconds for them to realize I gave them the make and model of Alpha Caius’s stolen car. With a roar that shook the damn walls, he lunged at me. I blinked up at him innocently, all too aware of the razor-sharp claws poised at my throat. “Was it something I said? Are your feelings hurt because I called you a prick?”

"Hey, Al," Jake came over to give me a hug as we arrived at the racetrack. "Yo bro," I grinned back. "What's up man!" My brother turned his attention to Tyler who was stood beside me, giving him a passionate bro-hug which was majorly reciprocated. "That's a sick car you've got there," Tyler commented, gesturing towards the white Subaru parked behind him. "Impreza STI?" "Yep," Jake confirmed the car's make. "2006 model, so it's classic."

Every eye in the rink was on them. Jaxson pushed himself up to one knee, his jaw set in an incredibly tight line as he picked up his dropped helmet. "I’m fine," he barked, his voice rough and dismissive as he stood up, offering no help to Liam. He didn't look back down at the figure skater. "Puck caught me right on the shoulder pad. No damage." "Damn, Cap," Miller muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "I've never seen you move that fast for a drill in your life. You nearly took out the boards."

The cough she tried to hide when she thought I wasn't looking. My hand started to move. Then an engine tore up the lane, way too fast. Gravel was sprayed everywhere. A black Jeep came around the curve and skidded to a stop so close to Victoria that the front bumper was maybe four inches from her hip. It didn't stop smoothly. It stopped as if the person driving had other priorities. Gideon got out. Not in his hockey stuff. Just a dark jacket and jeans, like he'd gotten dressed while already moving. His eyes were full of gold. Not the almost-gold from the bar. This was the real thing. His wolf wasn't hiding anymore.