Razer Green Lantern Novels & Stories

The pack gathered for the Lantern Walk, every soul clutching a paper lantern inscribed with a hope or remembrance. Torin began by lighting his lantern, inscribed with the name of a friend lost in the first siege. One by one, lanterns glowed to life. Ezra’s bore the single word choice. Alara’s read unity. Damien’s lantern sported a shaky heart drawn by Seren’s youngest apprentice, prompting Damien’s soft chuckle. Lucas proudly displayed an illustrated sword and spoon, earning head shakes all around. Seren’s lantern read healing; Eamon’s knowledge; Cassian’s legacy; and little Elira’s lantern, carried by Ezra, simply bore a handprint pressed in safe dye.

Tara pitched and I couldn't help but turn as I hurriedly wore a fitted black jean. "This meeting is very important ladies." It was all I could say before returning to the mirror. I wore an ash T-shirt so only my forearm tattoos were visible. "More important than us?" "Unfortunately, yes." I mumbled with a tiny smile, admiring my ebony skin. My honey irises seemed to be dull perhaps due to my worries. "You see, Green is going to wage war on all communities tomorrow onwards. One that has never happened in history." I said whilst brushing my low cut hair.

Cold bit into my skin as it snapped the band on. It seated itself flush just above my Regret Mark, a strip of something between metal and rubber, edges seamless with my flesh. LEDs chased themselves along its surface, then settled into a slow pulse. The display on it flickered to life. \[ID: W.R. ROANE\] \[STATUS: ACTIVE PLAYER\] \[SCORE: 0000\] Beneath that, a set of category headers blinked into existence: KILLS: 0000 ASSISTS: 0000

my wolf growled in anger. "Call me Tyler.'' I backed those orders out of my throat to Thane; he hurriedly scurried away and in no time appeared with Tyler, my right-hand beta. Tyler stopped in his tracks as he saw the image before him. "Oh geez!" He covered his face in shock. "Is that whom I think it is?"

The red signifies the prisoner, the black signifies Xylah men and the white signifies our army. I use the other colors like yellow, blue, orange and brown to mark the other pack we were to attack. As I was calculating, I felt an arrow being thrown at me which I dodge, causing it to land on the wall. "Woah," I heard them mumble. When I looked, I found Dante with the arrow and I noticed it was already evening. I have been calculating this for quite a long time now. "See Gemma, even with her focus on it, she could still sense it," he said. I quickly put everything away, before standing up.

"Why?" "Please." I whispered. He turned around. I pressed my body on his back and went up and down. I grabbed the pin on my hair and was about to stab him on the neck when he spun me around and tossed me down. "Ah ah ah. No can do Ms Rangel." He started to kiss my stomach. "Mr Harper." I moaned. "Shh. " I got up and kneed him in his balls. "Fuck!" He yelled. I grabbed my jacket on the table and pulled out a extreme light gun.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

~ (Raziel) I was basking in the warm sunlight, admiring the vibrant greenery of my newly planted shrubs, when Raphael's urgent mind link shattered the serenity of the moment. The familiar sensation of his mental touch was like a silver wave crashing over me, and I could sense the desperation emanating from him. His words tumbled into my mind, laced with a sense of panic. "I know this is going to sound insane, but I'm really in a bind and could use your guys' help... like right now."

“These are Empathic Projectors. You wear them on your wrists. They amplify your emotion-manipulation ability, let you project what I call ‘Emotional Darts.’ Euphoria, fear, despair—projectiles of pure feeling that hit like blades. Imagine breaking a whole squad’s morale without even touching them.” Ryker whistled low, picking one up, the blue lines reflecting in his eyes. “Beautiful.” He smirked, tilting it toward his reflection in the metal. “Just like me.” Eliza gave Ryker a look before she shifted her grip and wheeled forward another cart. “For you, Thane,” she said. “I call it the Neuro-Stasis Syringes.” Thane stepped forward, his sharp eyes narrowed as he studied the rifle-like weapon l

Retreat! While screaming these words through the spelled connection, Talia was not idle either. She waved the Scepter of Ygdrasil in the retreating wolves’ direction. Slowly, a faint green light emitted from Talia’s scepter. These scattered green lights that could be mistaken as green mist only targeted the approaching hybrids and mongrels. As soon as hybrids and mongrels were touched by these green mists, they unknowingly absorbed it while chasing the tails of the retreating wolves. And in a matter of few seconds…