Slugterra Eli Shane Novels & Stories

“Boss, last night, were you two… okay?” “It's okay, but thanks to you, Bertha hit me forty times on my hand.” Shane's handsome face was cold, his black eyes were gloomy, and he blamed it all on Liam. Liam's breathing suddenly stopped, he felt his hand also starting to hurt. Before he could even begin his performance of crying for forgiveness, Shane continued speaking. “I heard that there is a small country in Africa called Burntisland. Recently, there has been a large number of coal miners there. I think you are very suitable, how about I bring you there.”

I can only imagine what everyone is going to say when they see my arm around her, and there is now way in hell I'm not touchin' her tonight. "It's Ghost." Adrianna comes barreling through and stops just before she reaches me. I grab her and throw her up marveling at the innocent sound of her laughter barreling through. "Adrianna, leave Ghost alone honey, he just got here and" I hear Lyla start but look over when her speech stops mid-sentence only to see her staring at Robin with curiosity while Shane comes up behind her. "Hi, sorry I normally don't yell at my child like that." She smacks Shane's chest when he snorts then turns back to Robin. "I'm Lyla, this is my daughter Adrianna and my cav

I put my Hair down, and added a little lipgloss on my lips. I walked along the sand to their house. String lights glowed on the deck. Music played low…something with a slow, dirty bass line. Shane was at the grill, shirtless, flipping fish. The tattoos on his back shifted as he moved. Ellis came out the sliding door with three cold beers, spotting me immediately. “There she is,” he called, that smirk back in place. Shane turned, eyes dragging over me slow and appreciative. “Fuck, Riley. You trying to kill us already?”

Derry asked surprised she didn't know and wondered why her father never told her anything. Lily shook her head in a no. "I never for once saw anything of that sort. We have a family album but none had him wearing a military uniform," Lily replied. Now Derry was wondering why Mr Shawn suddenly vanished from the news. What could have happened? It looks like he vanished from the news and wiped that history of himself too. Back in Washington, with Mr Mingle as the head of homeland security, the black dragon group can now run their illegal business with no worry about the police or anyone interrupting their business or coming after them.

Lila's P.O.V The article popped up on my phone while I was waiting for Shayla outside the preschool gate. One of those auto-scroll feeds I never asked for but never quite turned off either. The headline was small, almost buried between ads for spring coats and celebrity baby announcements: *Ethan Whitaker’s Career Slide: From Golden Boy to Benchwarmer?* I almost swiped past it. Almost.

Keisha greeted the stranger whose eyes were now on me. “It's not an issue. I hate intentional bullies. Hi, my name is Stefan.” He said with a kind smile that sent butterflies up my belly. “Hello Stefan, I'm Keisha,” my friend said when I took too long to respond, “and my tongue tied friend here is Elara. You have to pardon her. She is going through a Tia crisis so she must have forgotten how to be polite.” Stefan laughed — and oh the sound of his laughter was so sweet to the ear, like the sounds of music.

My voice cut through their conversation— They all froze and Zuri turned slowly. Her eyes met mine—sharp and definitely unwelcoming. “Do we know you?” One of the Lunas with a white hair asked. I tilted my head slightly, my expression almost bored, “I’m Elara Everstorm from Thornshade. Draven’s rejected mate that’s been the table of this conversation.“ I see how most of the women lost composure as I revealed I’d heard them.

He lives next door to them. Shane opened the sliding door and entered his home. He saw his father sitting at the side porch of their house. He crossed the living room passing by a big family photo displayed on top of a piano. There was also a solo picture of a young woman with long curly golden blond hair and a pair of sparkling hazel eyes in a gold frame. It was the picture of his mom. Elia. She died when Shane was seven years old. Shane went to the porch and sat opposite his father who was reading a book. Eron looked at him and returned his eyes to the book.

“So what were they like?” “I don’t know. Weird but surprisingly a bit normal. There’s one of them that likes you.” I said casually as Lila choked on her granola and I tapped her back gently. “Are you ok?” I asked as she shook her head and froze for a second, her eyes widening in shock. “What did you just say?” She asked, blinking rapidly as she clenched her bag strap slung on her shoulders. “Oh, Elliot Kane. I think he’s a wide receiver. Number 4, the cocky one with black hair and brown eyes that see—”

"Stop playing 'Hockey'! Stop using the 'Logic'!" "Then what do we do?" Kael gasped, his blue light nearly extinguished. "We Glitch!" Elara didn't skate toward the goal. She skated toward Zane. She didn't pass the puck; she merged it into his obsidian chest. "Zane! Don't be the Wall! Be the Forest!"