Scruffy Looking Nerf Herder Novels & Stories

"How about you, Furo?" He was in his tiger form, jumping on and mauling enemies. "THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL!!! NYXIE IS THE FREAKING BEST!!!" He looked more like a playful kitten than a murderous tiger; his hunter face and full pupils made him look kitten like. 'Switch! Northwest by the palace!' Nia's redirection of attack led to a somewhat sloppy but still efficient defense. Amongst the noises of war, another sound was heard. It was melodic.

Kyle Black. He's your average, good-looking, football playing, jerk. And the big reason why my life at school is hell. Sure, somedays I just wish I could wipe that smug smirk off of his face, but then I remember that he's the future Alpha. Can't mess with them. People seem to like calling me 'Nerdy Skylar.' It doesn't even rhyme! Though I just kept reminding myself that this is my last day here for a while, so I'll finally be free of them later today.

"Obstructing an Executioner carries a mandatory sterilization mandate." Nero, the Rank 7 Hermit-Crab strain, did not step aside. She looked at her rusted, ramshackle settlement—the Lanterns—which Ren had just saved from being wiped off the map. Then she looked at the pristine, arrogant Up-Worlder threatening her reef.

My paws froze in the ground. ‘She’s…she’s feral…’ Niru’s sound of distress mirrored my own. ‘Why isn’t she shifted? She shouldn’t be a human if she’s feral.’ Niru only whined, watching with me as she beheaded the closest mercenary to her. She was the ultimate killing machine. Her precision and grace was incredible but the power was something I had never seen. My dad was right. Skylar would have the power to take down Heath if it was one on one. He wouldn’t stand a chance. Not against her like this.

"He's a big man, built like Michael. In his hands, a lot of things could be a weapon. A branch. A tyre iron...." Klempner gives me a long look, then jerks his head towards the car. "Off you go then." Moving quickly, I leave the shelter of the rhododendrons, quickly crossing the ground to the car. Scruffy sits up as he sees me, ears perking, but doesn't bark. "Hi there Scruffy. Shhh... Good Boy." His stubby tail beats a frenzied tattoo as I open the door and scratch his ears, but the only sound he makes is his whining as he licks my face.

Although he was quiet at first,he opened up a little later on. Devan is the wild child. He is the one that smokes and is covered in tattoos. He jumps from girl to girl every week or so. He never liked obeying the rules but he has no choice but to do so. He calls it the disadvantage of being bestfriends with the future Alpha. Kendrick is the joker. He likes pulling pranks and causing chaos everywhere he goes. He is funny as hell and he does not give a damn about what people think.

Theria giggled and trotted off to say high to the crew. As they entered the training area a man wearing a stag skull helmet greeted him. He smelled like pine and the forest, and he looked like a huntsman from the middle ages. Slung across his back a Dragonuv sniper rifle and modern compound bow complete with arrows. “So the whelp finally arrives. The name is Herne the Hunter.” “Warren Vandal, a descendant of Troy,” He held out his hand and hoped the sniper would take it. A smile appeared through the thick beard, “The queen didn't tell us who you were. She just said you would be joining the team,” His voice remained friendly and even. “How is the eidolon?”

he gestured toward his beta. Neriah who had bronze colored skin and a Spanish ancestorial back ground had blue highlighted dark hair locked in Dutch braids. She was of average size, with a scent warning me she was unmated. She was in a leather jacket that looked about a decade old with torn sleeves. Underneath she had a black crop top underneath blue jean overalls. Her extra hand was tucked into her pockets were the lining of a gun was firmly being held. She was staring me down with a menacing look as if warning me to flinch. It seemed she was on Aimee's side. "Thank you for letting us stay," I spoke up quickly as I wrapped my hand around Cas' knee to calm his nerves as I felt him on high al

“Yafi’s a good one, just hot-tempered sometimes. And don’t forget — the guards are the ones hunting the tasty food you love stealing!” Honestly, it was like the creature understood me — he dropped his furry head guiltily, crawled closer and started rubbing against me. Sucking up. Sneaky little shit. And then, like a pack of hyenas screaming or nails on a chalkboard, we hear Nufira’s wail. We’d never heard such a hysterical shriek the entire trip — and that girl loves squealing and screaming over the tiniest thing that scares her… or doesn’t. Honestly, I’m starting to think I’m not the only one she drives insane.

His thin body made him look like he was carrying a baseball bat. As if he doesn’t know they’re letting the nerd’s play just to make fun of them. Because if he plays, the piñata will be broken in less than ten seconds. He hissed. The nerd hit his knee instead of the piñata above him. “Gosh, it seems like you didn’t want to hit the piñata when we were kids. You’re still very good at hitting. Oh right your pounding something else now.” He glared at him.