Skylander Undead Novels & Stories

She really shouldn’t let him get to her, but in that way, he reminded her of Cadon, always clawing right beneath the surface of her skin. Wearing the scandium skin, as Emma had taken to calling it, under his uniform, Zane looked a little more stealthy than usual. He had a face shield that he would put on, too, once they arrived. Emma had done plenty of testing to make sure that the materials were what they needed to be to fight the new bullets.

He looks at me and relays his findings. "...good, Sasu report back to the HQ and informed them we will entering the dungeon…Alehandro!..get ready, we're going in now!!..". Since the type of enemies that we will encounter in this venture were mostly undead, the weapon that will be our main arsenal is a Shotgun's and as for melee weapon, of course, I will be using a special customize mithril baseball bat, Alehandro also uses his customize war hammer. Some might think that a bladed weapon is effective against the undead enemies, in my opinion using a blunt weapon is much more effective, undead type of monster in Fantasma is 60% skeletal type, and unlike in the games and movies, skeleton type in

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

Apparently, there were four Shade packs in the area—the Blackmoor Shade Pack, Night Shade Pack, South Shade Pack, and the Thornton Shade Pack. Each pack had their own family color of some sort. The Blackmoors were purple, Souths yellow, Thorntons blue, and the Nights green.

Along the way, Andrew and Nyx constantly encountered people from various factions, and it looked like everyone was heading toward the Deadlands. Nyx said, "Mr. Lloyd Senior must be under a lot of pressure over there. Those people we just saw were vampires, and the group behind them looked like Eastern martial artists, but I didn't recognize them." Andrew replied calmly, "I know who they are. That was Waylon Sloan from Sorya, along with his apprentice, Ezekiel Beckett."

Something he was very grateful for. The rest of the meetings in the packs seemed to fly by. Driving back to our pack, we felt more discouraged than ever. We had been to 4 packs, and none of them carried a whiff of our mates. “I know I should be excited about going home, but I enjoyed being away,” Judith announces as we drive into our territory. “You and me both. We will only be home for a few days before the big meeting. If you feel like you need to get out of there, do so. Most people fear Lycans, so I will not hold that against you.” I instruct. “If they are like Gamma Matt, I will have no problem. I don’t see why they get such a bad reputation. They seem really nice.” She shrugs. “That is

Scar dragged her shivering firm out by the hair pushing a glass door to the balcony,they are standing several floors above the ground. “I built this place to relax,but I don't mind throwing you from here” She pushed Cindy forward,half of her body leaning over the rails,Cindy held until Scar's hand,tears streaming down her face. “Let's try again, Cindy Montana CEO of Liet found dead,after falling from her office top floor, investigation is still ongoing if it's murder or suicide….., we don't want that do we”

Instead, I force a smile. "Careful, Dean Withers. You almost sound afraid of a dead family." His expression darkens. "Afraid?" He scoffs. "No. I reserve fear for things that are still breathing." My smile falls as he steps closer. "The Celestial Dragons are gone. Your parents are dead. Your sister is dead. And you, Miss Thalorien, are nothing more than the last loose thread of a failed rebellion." Every word steals more air from the room. "You know nothing," I whisper.

One of the bodyguards approached Mace and delivered some unwelcome news. "Mr. Sinclair, there's a new car coming to pick you up," he informed his employer. Mace's response was characteristically cold and laced with sarcasm. "A new car? Well, that's just fantastic. It's not every day you get to witness a five-foot-nothing individual wreak havoc on your vehicle right under your watchful eye." Seraphina, always eager to challenge her uncle, couldn't resist adding her two cents. "Yeah, Uncle Mace, you and your guards really sprang into action there, didn't you?"