Pyramid Head X James Novels & Stories

The head tracker nodded to the two bowing their heads to James at the box. They both looked at each other before exchanging a few looks before opening the crate and stepping back. James walked over to the crate, more blood seeped out into the air. James glanced over the edge of the crate and found all of the scouts heads. He could tell they had been rolling around smashing into each other. The look of horror and surprise on each of their faces. James didn't react. He looked at the trackers. “Who did this?” James already knew the answer but wanted to hear it.

Seeing that, Alpha Xavier, who was sitting right near James, quickly helped James sit up by holding James' back there. James paused again and started to tilt his head slightly so he could look right at Beta Liam, Melinda, Lilah, Alpha, and Beta Rogue who were in front of him now. Likewise, with James slightly turning his head and looking right at Alpha Xavier who was still holding his body to sit there now. James himself felt that his body was very weak right now. With sweat drenching James' entire body there, James' face looked very pale now. "I'm fine, Alpha Xavier."

"You?" "Yup," Molly said, "Big time." "Well that's a fucking problem," Lexi said. She sighed and leaned back. They heard the screech of a tent zipper and James stepped out into the sunlight. He was wearing a pair of small, dark blue shorts. Not a speedo, but something small and tight that left his every muscle out in the open to be appreciated. James tossed back his greying hair and stretched his arms outward. Molly practically creamed herself watching the muscles of her Daddy's arms -- his chest, his legs -- tense and bulge.

He cocks his head to the side as if he is trying to get a read on me. James, on the other hand, smiles at me brightly. His blonde hair is tousled messily on top of his head. He stretches out his hand for me to shake. “It is nice to meet you,” James says cheerfully. “We don’t get to see Keena or Faris as often as we would like.” It is clear that James is the playful mate between the two of Lyra’s mates. I place my hand in James and he shakes it vigorously. I cannot stop the small smile that tugs at the corners of my lips.

threatened James, then put his helmet back on and stood up. "Belgenza?" called Alberto and James, who had turned back and looked back. "May God forgive you!" Alberto gave the sign of the cross as if James had just confessed. James shook his head as if he didn't care and walked out of the room. "I am out!" James said before going through the front door. "I get your back, sir. You're ready to leave!" Grey commanded from his earbuds. James closed his helmet again and got onto a special edition Ducati Panigale V4 Superleggera motorcycle powered by a Superhart Tech engine.

The remaining items consist of the pyramid shaped gem, a diamond ring and the tiny chain. James nudged my arm and I leaned into him instantly to listen to wherever he was saying, “This is where you’ll come in. This particular moment is ours.” “It really is.” I agreed with him immediately while tuning out the noises around us due to Jake flirting with that same man once again. “I am gonna be going for the pyramid shaped gem, it looks like the most priced and what I want to purchase.” I murmured to James who stared at the said gem before nodding his head without taking his eyes over the three remaining items.

James had hunted his parents' murderer all this while, so why did he allow Xoan to enter? Xoan used the tip of the dagger to lift Yadier's chin, sending shivers down Yadier's spine that nearly disrupted his heartbeat. "He did try, but it wasn't necessary. After all, you know very well who killed his parents." From the light at the door, a figure emerged—James. His gaze toward Yadier was filled with resentment. "Mr. Xoan Warren, do as you wish with him. My parents' murderer must pay. Even if you don't deal with him today, I will!"

says James walking towards the man for a final punch. But James's fist stays in midair. A heavy metal cranks on his helmet. An excruciating pain originates in his left brain instantaneously. His vision gets blurry. "James!" Alicia cries out loud. James turns back with his blurry vision. He could only make out that the cart's driver was standing a step away from him. Before James could part the distance to put a punch, a metal rod swings in the air. The heavy impact of metal on James's helmet makes it fly in the air. The helmet falls to the ground and rolls forward to finally stop on its side. The eye-revealing helmet has Christ's cross symbol on its oval head. The cross symbol is now lateral

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

“Thanks.” Sitting on the floor, she leans her elbows on her knees to catch her breath, then I see her sit up straight and leap to her feet. I’m about to ask why when the scent of bergamot and vanilla tells me everything I need to know. Goddamn it. Creed is standing on the opposite end of the cage on the outside, leaning against the wall with a grin on his face. “Don’t stop on account of me,” he says, gesturing for us to continue.