Skarmory Novels & Stories

He stood, flicked the cigarette aside, and motioned to one of his men. The man stepped away and returned a moment later, handing Sharko a steel bar. “B-Boss…” Goro’s eyes went wide. “Please—” Sharko didn’t let him finish. He stepped forward and swung. The steel bar cracked across Goro’s shoulder with a meaty thud. Sharko grunted, putting the weight of his fury into the next blow. Bone met metal. Goro yelped, tried to raise an arm to shield himself, but Sharko was already bringing it down again, faster and harder.

Turning towards her friends she saw they were totally unscathed from the sand attack. "Don't look at me, look at me." Kiara smirked raising her hands in defense staring at the direction of the engine revving. Shelly turned towards the direction she was staring at and saw a guy jump down from the bike, remove his helmet and shake his blond curls. Even from a distance she knew he had the type of bad boy look, a high school heart breaker. He was dressed in black ripped jeans, white singlet and a black leather jacket with black boots. She rolled her eyes. Typically motorcycle guy dressing, she mused inwardly.

Jet black feathers adorned him and they all shimmered gallantly under the sun, making Hanji feel lucky and proud of Rai. Patting his neck, he quickly sat on it's back, ignoring the sharp pain he felt on his pelvis. "Let's go Rai. Let's go find Grandfather's apprentice." ❇❇❇ The red ruby was flaring. It was glowing brightly in his pockets and was emitting heat that almost burnt his right hand when he attempted to touch it. It was a charm given by his magician friend that lives in the Pacific. It warns the holder from malicious intent and desires. This ruby had saved him from a couple of scammers and troubles, but it never was this coruscant before. It would only glow a bit, like a pulse of re

Arz then dashes toward it, but it flaps its wing sending Arz away with the heavy hurricane. "Arz!" Alfi exclaimed. Alfi draws Sketor, Jepitron, and Shikulo. Alfi dashes towards it fast. It flaps its wings and Alfi just punches the wind it made that the wind absorbed into Shikulo. Alfi then jumps to the front of both of its heads.

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

It is hard to imagine that any living being would have survived or that any infrastructure would have withstood the impact. Peter interrupts my gloomy thoughts, “So, what’s your prognosis on our current position, Ingoran?” “The parallel storm will dissipate, then we’ll limp towards Earth and hope our boosters will give us the capacity to bring us down to the surface in one piece.” Ingoran gives a hollow laugh. “Or at least the piece that remains intact.” I search his mind for any glimmer of hope but find none. “I’m really sorry about your companions,” Ashmor says sympathetically.

She replied with a smile. "That's huge for you, congrats." "I bought a gift for you to show you my appreciation." She said bringing out a medium-sized box from her bag. "I...wanted to get something expensive for you, so I got you this." Philip accepted it with a smile and opened it, then he brought out a pen, which had his surname CRUZ engrafted in the body of the pen. "I figured out that you love writing because of the letters you send whenever you want to inform anyone." The both of them laughed and Philip took another look at the pen. It was beautifully blue, with some engrafted designs on it.

“Her brother sleeps with a bitch that isn’t a wolf. She’s a fucking omega. Useful just to play with and discard.” Jake and Stacey growled behind me, and I had to check myself before I launched myself at Matty’s throat. Kimia just smiled sweetly at the bastards. “I’ll tell you what, gentlemen. One game. If I win, you have to get a tattoo that says Insan Sevenler over your heart. If you win, I’ll leave your genitals intact.” Matty just smirked. “If I win, you owe me a date.” Kimi just held her hand out. “Deal.” Shit.

Reya, too, was interested in hearing his answer to the question. Seeing their expressions of expectation, Kirou only smiled at first before posting a skill description in the party chat. Skill: Tremor Skill Level: 1/3 Rank: B (A+) Cost: 10-50 Skill Creator/Generator: N/A Description: This skill allows the user to send out shockwaves from the user's body that damages targets with 50% to 300% of the user's attack damage the closer the target is to the epicenter for ten seconds. It has a 20% chance of causing the target to stumble, putting it in a vulnerable state.

}} (( yes )) It screamed as more blood poured out of it's eyes and skin < it hurts! it hurts so much! make it stop! > {{ gladly }} Skaii ran forward as it turned and looked our way again, I have no idea what he did but the seal broke and the red barrier faded and just as he predicted it turned and attempted to flee, I ran forward and tried my best to predict which way it may jump and shot shards of lightening from my hands hitting it in the back and legs * screeeeeeeech screeeeeeeech * it falls forward but vanishes into a red mist before hitting the ground.