Slugterra Will Shane Novels & Stories

Tara takes a bullet on herself… To save her Ruthless Rockstar…! ***************************

Staring after the woman as she turned slowly. Only as Sandra began to shrink from the doorframe did Blue collapse into a small, orange heap. Cheek throbbing where it had been clawed at by glass. Warm as she surrendered to silent tears. Throat swollen shut. Stomach seized tense with muffled sobs. And as she yelled, she screamed the words with the savage call she’d thus far done well to quiet. “You lot and your fucking money!” —

Shane just grins looking over at me. "Goal accomplished. I'm fine, thank you. Now leave." My mate snaps. "Now hold on just a second. Are you not going to introduce us to our Luna?" Remy asks with a smirk. "Fine, Julisa this is Remy my Beta." He points to the shaggy haired guy. "This is Shade my Gamma." He points to the blonde guy. "This is Shane he is my Delta and over security." He points to the dark brown haired guy. "They are also my brothers." He grumbles. "It's lovely to meet you Luna." Remy says with a grin. "Luna." Shade nods his head at me and smirks "Hello Luna." Shane says reaching for my hand to kiss it. "MINE!" My mate growls smacking the back of Shane's head.

Alpha Shane POV I’m sitting in the office in the cells staring at the monitors showing me the two people responsible for all this mess. I have watched these two grow up. Avery was always a bitch like her mother, but I never thought she would go this far to get rid of what she thinks is competition. And Keegan I don’t even recognize him anymore. The look in his eyes was not that of the sweet little kid that would run around at the joint pack festivals with my kids. When we showed up to start looking for Keegan, I was surprised to find out that he had turned himself in to Rob. The look on Rob’s face when I told him the condition that we had found Heather in was devastating. I couldn’t even beg

Frank snorted, looking at him in disdain. "Insolence!" Eron bellowed. "This is Shane Tomen, and your dirty tricks proved futile in the face of his family's power! Don't think being Vicky Turnbull's gigolo and befriending Sage Lake Sect keeps you out of harm's way. Leave right now before Shane here decides that you should be punished!"

Shane brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles, “I don’t care about the goddamn shares, if you want mine I would gladly give them to you. Nothing, absolutely nothing I give you in this world would cover up for the things you had to go through for my sake.” Lillian smiled, his words not only melted her heart but warmed her soul, “if I should release all my tabs on Margaret, what next?” “Nothing, Lockwood’s won’t try to fight the news, we would take it and whatever be the outcome, we would endure it.” “Are you sure that’s what you want Shane?” “I can always start up mine or whatever that is left of the company, I can try to raise it from the ruins if I can and if I can’t, we can re

Then, he clenched his palms involuntarily and crushed that phone in his fist in a ‘crack’ in the end. “Auster Moore! The Sacred Association!!! I will definitely destroy you all and avenge Grandpa Shaun!” With Shaun’s death, Tyr no longer had any worries. Dark Shura limped out of the leisure square. After he left, Dark Shura dragged his heavily injured body and picked up his pace. He was not a fool. He just acted a little wild in the leisure square, but when he walked out from the sight of the Regal Palace’s crowd, he knew he should better save his a*s by getting the hell out of this place.

"What happened?" "Sir, everything was going well at first. It was Chad Lester's son! He brought this young man who went by the last name of Penn, a powerful cultivator, to the meeting. He knew thunder cultivation and defeated me with ease. He even made me return the Goldmoon," Shane said. Shawn glanced coldly at Shane. "You useless piece of trash!" "Yes, I'm a piece of garbage. You're absolutely right, sir, but I'm dead serious. That Penn guy was really powerful. I was no match for him," Shane said in terror.

“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.