Rocket Raccoon Groot Novels & Stories

said the female raccoon. The jackal was almost upon them, sniffing loudly now, when another strong wind blew through the tree, and great heaps of sweet-smelling moss dropped over them, hiding them from view. The jackal kept sniffing the ground, but all it could smell was the moss, and soon enough, it left the area to look for prey elsewhere.

Poppy had taken the lead in the information briefing, and her newly returned chipper mood was met by the new guy's mood spiking up as well. "Oh, I'll go first! My name's Urkstin Cawkheys, Ultimate Racer! I've got the best last name around, nice to meet you all!" Urkstin's key was given to him, and as he feverishly unlocked his chain, a few of us moved to the opposite side of the divider, to the source of the second voice.

It began running. “You see, we aren’t far from being the same,” Rocco mocked. “You think so?” I riposted. I gestured with my eyebrows for him to look again. The hare fell in its tracks. “Whoa! You did it!” Rocco exclaimed excitedly, hurrying to the dead animal. He carried it and put it in his hunting bag. He returned to me and pulled me in a rough, quick hug. “You are the best,” he said, disengaging the hug. I smiled.

he said firmly. "I'm the real Uncle Marco," Luca said, smiling, but Raiden shook his head, a skeptical frown settling on his face. He stared at both of them for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then, with a decisive nod, he wrapped his small hands around Marco’s neck and said, “This is Uncle Marco." He said, his voice firm. "You’re not gonna fool me, we have the same kinda eyes. My mummy has brown eyes and my grandma has green eyes, making my eyes hazel, and Uncle Marco has those kind of eyes too.”

"Break his limbs into pieces and hand his fur over to my claws so I can finish him off myself! I will make his soul wish he were dead!" Rocco, a super scary warrior with a thick beard and giant fangs, glares dead at my face. "You have some massive nerve touching young Mr. Blackfang, stray. Get down on your knees this instant and beg our pack for forgiveness. That way, maybe Mr. Blackfang might let your friends keep your corpse in one single piece."

Ricky’s cracking voice sounded borderline masculine as he called out to his friend with urgency, banging his fist on the back door of the truck. Ricky was sixteen years old, and he was the youngest Death Row Infantry-man who worked for the Death Row Corp. Carlos opened the armored truck’s automatic rear door to reveal a slender, pale-skinned Asian kid with a white mohawk and a black eye patch over his left eye. Ricky was an energetic young man, and he looked a little androgynous, which was why he struggled to grow a mustache beneath his developing nose.

was the last of the written words. “Now cut your palm with your claws and place it palm first on the symbol” I tell him. We waited a few seconds and just like that the old ruins started rebuilding themselves, and the throne that was a pile of rocks is now complete once again. Ricky smiled and a flash of light came from his entire body. His white fur was as white as snow and his tattoo was more vibrant and noticeable then before. His eyes were now as blue as the ocean and he was bigger than before too.

Osric answers while resting his head against me and I laugh more because his head is nearly the size of my body. “Raven! Get over here now!” I hear Rebecca nearly scream through our link so I look up to see her and Dad running to us. Both of them are large grey wolves, my mother is slightly smaller and darker than my father, but Osric is much bigger than both of them making my mother look like a pup. “What? I met Osric he said Daddy was in his pack?” I question while looking over at Osric when he uses his nose to nudge me towards my mother.

“So, what’s her name?” Busted. Lucas grinned back. “Rascal.” He wiggled his fingers in front of the raccoon’s face and then held them still so she could catch them in her tiny hands. “Rascal,” the priest said quietly. “I like it.” He let Lucas replace the animal in his lap. “She’s lucky,” he mused as the raccoon inspected the placket of his shirt. “She found a good place.” “Yeah,” Lucas said. “She’s lucky.” He didn’t say it, but he knew the priest could tell what he was thinking. The raccoon wasn’t the only one who’d been lucky.

Zander: Are you awake? Me: Yes. Zander: I'm sorry for what I said at the party. Me: It's okay. Why are you awake? Zander: I was hungry. Me: We were having raccoon issues. Zander: That's funny. Me: We finally caught Rocket. Zander: Who's Rocket? Me: The large male. Zander: Did you catch Groot, too? Me: Not yet. Zander: Do you want to hang with me tomorrow?