Slugterra Eli Shane Novels & Stories

My father is Lucas Bristol, a former beta to Alpha Fred Wilson and the strongest of the warriors. My mother is Brenda Bristol, a friend to the former Luna, Erica Wilson. I have a sister who is three years younger than I am, a beautiful petite figure called Laura. I settled into my room. Thank goodness I didn't know the Wilson's facially nor do they know me if they come across me. That was the consolation I had. I wouldn't address myself as someone from the Rangers pack but simply a wolf. My sister was jumping in excitement. She had a large room and a big bed, Better than the one she had in our former house.

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—”

“You’re safe, it’s okay.” I bring my hand up, running my finger over the mound of scar tissue. The constant reminder of that night. The raised bump covers the bullet fragment embedded in my sternum. She takes my hands as more thunder rumbles and tears roll down my cheeks. “Breathe Anita,” she says in a soothing whisper.

Lealia turned her head to look at Bertha, she gave her a sweet and friendly smile, then asked him again: "Liam, you never told me your full name, what is your last name?” Liam was a bit startled. When he was ten years old, Shane picked him up from the border. Shane named him Liam so he only has this one name. “This name…” He hadn't finished speaking when Shane interrupted him, answering Lealia's question: "His last name is Miller." Liam suddenly turned his head, he looked at Shane in surprise, bewildered: "Oh, boss?"

"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!"

Shane deliberately continues while laughing along with the men, as if this topic had come to them between Shyra. "Though I did suggest she tries out OnlyFans, she insists on becoming a prostitute" Some of Shane's friends eyed at Shyra in disgust and some gave Shane a look of awe. "You must have your ego in shatters, knowing your wife isn't satisfied with only one" A young man across from me says in a pity. Shane chuckled at his remark, "No, not at all-" I look at him in disgust "She says she would do it with people I trust" which the men replied with a nod. Shyra

Lilian turned to her confusedly, "About what?" Elena uttered sadly, "Shane used to be an artist in his college days, and these all are his work." She still felt sad for Shane as he had to take over the company leaving his dream to be an artist. Hearing Elena, Lilian turned back to the canvases in her hand. She was already admiring the artist and now knowing Shane was the person and he had stopped being an artist got her sad. But then why did he do it? He would make it to be a damn good artist.

“How could that be, Lilith? I was just speaking without a filter. You know that I have all my mind on you…” Shane’s pandering grin disgusted Lilith. Ignoring him, she turned to Javier, who was inside the car. “Can you repair the car?” Javier nodded and was going to do it when Shane rushed over and dragged him out of the car while he mocked, “What does he know about repairing? You’ve got to ask me about repairing cars. I’m an expert. Whether it’s Ferrari, Geely, Audi, or Hyundai, there’s no car that I, Shane Sullivan, can’t handle. I’m the elite of the elites in cars!”

Johnathan was still with us and he was slowly winning Shelley over. “Sweet little Megan!” Tank yelled as he ran to her and pulled her out of her chair as he hugged her. “Put her down you big bastard,” I said loudly as Megan laughed. “That’s Tank, this is Marlo and these two are Elio and Basil,” I said as I pointed to each of them, “that’s Shelley and Sire Johnathan Thomas who’s taken over the Springfield lair.” “Pleasure to meet you,” Elio said and gave a small bow.