Scruffy Looking Nerf Herder Novels & Stories

Whatever the oldest Amatucci had sent had not set well with our favorite computer nerd. I looked at Tali. "Foster up to par?" She smiled. "He's got game. Ryker still striking out?" I shook my head. "He finally stepped up to the plate." Jessa snorted as she swayed back into the living area. "Yeah, with his wang." She got down on her knees as she held the little tube of ointment up. "See? Always prepared." "Such a fucking boy scout," Nik said with a smile.

Why is my type “men I want to stab and/or make out with” I scowled and crossed my arms tighter, doing my best to keep my thighs from clenching. Meanwhile, my emotional support nymph, Thistleblitz, bless her snarky little soul, was floating above my desk, spinning one of my pens like a dagger while humming off key. Zephyr squinted up at her like she’d insulted his bloodline. “Wait...what the fuck,” he snapped, pointing. “You got a nymph assigned to you?” I blinked. “Yeah?”

Blood painted the ground until the grass puddled with crimson. ‘It’s been too long,’ Nero cackles, shredding another wolf into pieces. The scent of copper fills the air, and after another sixty seconds, I’ve become desensitized to it. Three more come towards us at once, and while Nero is dealing with the two in the front, the third manages to sink its teeth into our hind leg. A pained whimper tears from Nero’s throat, and he kicks backwards with enough force to dislodge the rogues lower jaw from his face entirely.

you know. God, that was the best thing to ever happen to me. Well, other than my Harvard scholarship. It just— felt so good... Riley and Jaden were already at my locker when I got there, leaning against the metal door. Jaden spotted me first and smiled but then looked confused by my... outfit. “Morning, queen,” he said, then his eyes narrowed. “Wait. What’s with the scarf? It’s like... eighty degrees outside.” Riley tilted her head, studying me. “Yeah, what up with that?”

SKYLAR “Truth or dare, golden boy.” That voice. Ugh. It belongs to one of the worst people at Valor State University, and if you guessed “asshole linebacker,” or “walking STD,” you’d be correct. It belongs to Chris Jerkins. My boyfriend’s best friend. The certified menace of the century. And the golden boy he’s referring to? That’s Shawn Crawford–VSU’s star running back, my bestie and roommate’s brother, and my boyfriend.

"Gorgo... your face... your wolf is..." "What is wrong with all of your senses?" I laugh, looking between my three closest pack friends. "Does my natural skin make me look like a hairless forest mutant?" Nyra’s own face is currently a total disaster. She loves coating her skin in wild, dark ceremonial ash and heavy smokey warrior paints, but right now, her sweat and tears have smeared the black grease all over her muzzle.

She says with a shrug , still refusing to look me in the eye . I am actually gobsmacked at her answer , I feel like I really need to talk to my father about that pack . Both our attention is drawn to the squeaking she-wolf that is approaching us , I can feel my beast getting angry . The she-wolf in question is one of the wolves gifted to me from one of the other packs . She is far too loud for my liking , she seems to think being gifted means we are a couple , well news flash we are not and never will be . Stopping in front of us she looks Nari up and down with a look of disgust “ And who is this ? .” she asks in her overly high pitched nasal voice .

“Hi. I’m the fresh blood.” “Holy crackerjacks!” She looks up at him. “You a hybrid, kid? Like, are you part bear or somethin’?” “Nah, my mama just feeds me good.” He throws his head back and laughs. “Well, don’t worry, I got a guy who will keep that appetite goin’.” She whistles to Ryuu who is collecting money. “Ryuu, I got a guy for Katsh.” I wave to him. “Reaper, Crusher, and our new friend Slayer are hoping for a spot, too.”

“Where’s Nyx?” “That’s a long story,” I say, setting my jaw and willing myself not to let my feelings get the way better of me. The pack—my pack—needs me to keep my head. “Guys!” I spin around to see Scratch, one of the other underclassmen, dashing toward us in his wolf frame. “What’s happening?” “Can’t you see?” Addison requests. “Stop inquiring doltish questions and offer assistance us keep them from breaking down the door!”

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b