Ratchet X Drift Novels & Stories

she whispered as a tear slipped down her cheek. Gideon caught the tear with the pad of his thumb in a display of gentleness that defied his ruthless reputation. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through her, and her breath caught in her throat. "I will burn this city to the ground before I let any corrupt officer cross my threshold to take what belongs to my family," he vowed with a dark, possessive growl.

As a result, the instincts of people in glitches have also swelled like a chain reaction along with their new ability of chakra manipulation. If people who have opened over 4 chakra points do not conceal it, they would often deliver a sense of panic, fear, and danger to the ordinary people. This inherent ability in people with open chakras was as called as the rhythm of soul or just 'rhythm'. If a normal person with closed chakras comes in contact with anyone with dense rhythm, they would suffer the same as Creed. What Creed was facing right now was the repercussions of being exposed to the 'Rhythm' and the actual reason why people didn't visit Luna's shop.

“I’m in the secured room off of Ethan’s office. I can hear them fighting in the pack house though. Kev is out there. I can’t hear him though and I don’t want to distract him by reaching out through the link.” My eyes narrowed in on the turn to take onto their territory. Holding tight, I started the turn early. The wheels, very loudly, protested against the sudden shift in trajectory. The whole back end of the car started to fishtailed but this car was a rear-wheel drive. Once I managed to lock in the wheels, the drift helped us continue down the road and I felt the shift of the territory in matter of minutes.

Rustov drank the whiskey Enzo had prepared for them. "Stop it, Janice. Let's just talk something else. I don't like any of the ones you mentioned." "I just want you to enjoy your youth, Drey! Even if you haven't tried M.U.! You don't even have a crush!" Enzo laughed. I looked down at Rustov. Holding his glass, he licked his lower lip and tilted his head, staring at me darkly. The longer it lasts the more meaningful you become. Or maybe it's only me who's thinking that way.

She reached through the broken window, her fingers trembling as she searched for a pulse. Blood dripped from his forehead, his face slack, but he was breathing. Barely. Meanwhile, Raven didn’t hesitate. The caterpillar truck’s driver, realizing what had happened, threw the massive vehicle into reverse, attempting to flee. Not on her watch. Revving her motorcycle, she shot forward, cutting off the truck’s escape route. Sliding to a stop, she jumped off and marched towards the cab. The driver, a scruffy man with fear in his eyes, fumbled with the door handle, but before he could make his escape, Raven yanked it open and dragged him out with one swift motion.

he groaned. Rucif stepped back outside to see Drex, claws unsheathed, relentlessly pursuing Xavier. “Stay in the air! He’ll keep coming for you as long as you're in his line of sight!” Xavier flew higher, and as Rucif predicted, Drex could not reach him. His massive size made it difficult to leap high enough to catch the airborne Prince. “Drex! Snap out of it!” Rucif shouted, moving closer. “Calm down! This rage isn't real! Wake up!”

Their movements were a seamless blend of aggression and finesse, each anticipating the other's strikes with preternatural instinct. Drake, using his vampiric speed, darted toward Chassy with a rapid succession of attacks. His movements were a blur, and his fangs gleamed menacingly in the moonlight. Chassy, however, countered with a combination of evasive maneuvers and precise strikes. She relied on her enhanced Lycan strength, her muscles rippling with power as she met Drake's onslaught.

Calix leans first. Draven follows. Closer than before. Closer than safe. Their bikes tilt low. Too low. I can’t breathe. For a second, it looks like they’re going to collide. My heart stops. But they don’t. They come out of the turn. Draven accelerates instantly. Harder than before. Harder than he has the entire race. His bike surges forward. He passes Calix. My breath catches. Calix tries to respond. He accelerates.

“Don't be stupid.Must you wait for it to be out to take precautions? People already saw the shadow walker and it won't be long before it's spread around the other Packs.They might come for one but will find two” “We can manage a couple of days” Zion announced, using his Alpha tone which makes Xander hiss a little.Before I could check up on him, a loud growl coming from Drax leaves us stunned. “Always so overconfident.You can not manage shit! But go on, Do whatever the hell you all want.I don't care!” Snapping in anger, Drax scurried out of the living room, upstairs to his room. “It's not nice…It doesn't feel nice” Xander mumbled, rubbing his chest with his small hands.

“Rancid left you something.” Nitro stood up and walked to the back of the room and opened a door. He disappeared inside and returned a few minutes later with a large box, one that would hold an expensive dress. He placed the box on the table in front of Jake and sat down again. Jake opened the box and pulled out the black leather jacket. It felt heavy in his hands and he turned it over. On the back, etched onto the leather, was a burning phoenix with his road name, ‘Wrath’, beneath it. Jake swallowed the lump away and looked at Bandit. “Fucking Rancid,” he said, and everyone burst out laughing.