Sonic X Jet Novels & Stories

He uttered the words with so much tension, sweat beading on his forehead as he brought the engine back to life, making it roar as he stepped on the gas. The tires screeched as Xeno maneuvered towards the highway, driving as fast as he could. We both heard a blood-curdling howl from the building which we both know is Phillius, who had already transformed into his wolf form. “Hang on, Sapphire. This is going to be ugly,” he groaned as he made a surprising U-turn and bumped the side of the hood of another car that was too close to us. I cried as the wheels made an alarming noise after we heard a loud bang from somewhere.

Father owned just a single jet, which he hardly used, and the size was nothing compared to Xander's jet. "You would love the insides more." He offered his hand to me, and I reluctantly accepted it. Xander smiled at me and tightened his grip around my hand leading up into the jet. As I stepped aboard, I was enveloped in luxury. "It's truly beautiful." I gushed, wondering if I had seen a jet this luxurious before. "It is not even the best jet. The best jet I own is Lady Sharon, but unfortunately, she is under maintenance right now." Xander answered. My eyes went wide, but I was not too shocked. I should not have expected anything less from Xander De Marco.

“We have also commandeered one of their Mecha, an A-ranked one at that. We will certainly commandeer more as we go along.” “I’ve got a mecha we could use,” piped in Xylo. “From my old Navy Recon days. Assault-class with a sniper loadout.” Eva brightened considerably when Xylo revealed she was a pilot. It certainly sounded like she had gone through boot camp as well. “You never said you were a pilot,” she said. “Never came up before, honestly,” Xylo replied. “Not like we needed it against Nightmare and his band of fools.” “I’ve got a ‘Vette of my own,” chimed in T-Rex. “She’s totally sweet - thick armor, tons of nice guns, super lux on the inside. She’s parked next to yours; I’ll give you all

Alistair returned and shook his head—they had confirmed that Curtis' guards had all been knocked unconscious, proving Sonny was not bluffing. Taking a deep breath, Xena said firmly, "Settle your grudges with me, Sonny. You're one of the Thirteen Aces—if you want revenge, come after me, not my grandfather!" Sonny's voice came through as the camera moved away from his face. "Patience! I said we're playing a game. Play it well, and he might just survive, right?" Alistair received a message through his earpiece and passed it to Xena. "Lady Summers, they're using equipment that's preventing us from tracking the phone."

I matter-in-factly said. “Do not compare me to her but thank you for saying that,” Max growled his complaint and compliment. “See! Now is there any way to talk to your Alpha?” I said, tapping his nose. Max was just about to open his mouth to say something snarky no doubt, however, something fell on my shoulders that caused me to stop. Whatever it was left a grease stain on my fury jacket. I noticed something on the ground and bent down to investigate, but was interrupted when I felt liquid on the back of my neck.

She roared. Joshua is looking at Mel in shock. Clearly, he didn’t know his sister had a talent. He nodded, and Jaxon was crying. The fear in his eyes breaks my heart. I can’t look in that window right now. I can’t bear to see how Jude may look right now. Mel claps her sonic boom once, and the walls shake…twice, the brick around the doorframe cracks…thrice, and the frame is broken completely. On the fourth clap, the door falls to the ground, and Jaxon snarls viciously, as does Joshua.

Jett arched his back, hands on Xavier's chest, above his nipples, eyes tightly shut at the pleasurable sensation that traveled down to his crotch. "That feels good?" Jett found himself answering. "Hmmm!" Xavier snickered. "Want me to stick my cock into your ass, Jetty!" Again, like a charmed soul, Jett hummed and when he opened his eyes, they glowed down at Xavier, gleaming with lust.

The facility shuddered as the first of the obsidian monoliths broke the sound barrier. The sonic boom didn't just rattle the glass; it resonated through the water, a physical punch that nearly knocked Elara off her feet. Jax didn't move. He was no longer just a man at a keyboard; he was the grounding wire. His hand was fused to the interface by a web of red, crystalline filaments. He could feel the cold Atlantic pressing against the facility’s hull, and he could feel the burning heat of the Hive’s gaze from the upper atmosphere.

As the door opened, the sound of the engines falling into silence, the private jet landed smoothly on the runway. Jaxon Vale walked onto the tarmac; the air was still warm on his skin, but the storm inside him was far colder than the desert air. Though he concealed the intensity in his eyes by adjusting his sunglasses, his walk showed unmistakable will. "Time to settle the score," he said under his breath, his words resembling a silent vow. The aroma of desert sand mingled with the slight fragrance of the city, but his own rage's weight was what really filled the space around him. Vibrating in his chest, Jaxon could feel the pulse of the city, a reminder of all he had lost—and all he meant t

Xavier inhaled sharply and hurriedly replied, "No! Jetting around sounds cool, but there's no way I'm risking my life for that!" "Come on, Jasper. We all know Xavier's loyal. Why fuss over a jet?" cooed Alyssa as she brushed her fingertip across Jasper's jawline. She squinted, looking regal and haughty. "I'll get you a better jet than Jameson's for your birthday this year. How does that sound?"