Sonic X Jet Novels & Stories

I have never had a weapon pointed at me before so I was terrified for my life and also afraid for Jet. "Last warning Xavier, let her fucking go!" He growled twisting his neck one side, I heard his bone cracked and the suit sound of the suit he wore being torn. Jet stood there in his lycan form. It's all happened so fast, Jacob removed the gun from my head and then fired it at Jet instead. I screamed and without thinking, I flung myself at Jacob sending the both of us on the ground. There is no freaking way I was going to let him try and kill my mate again.

The operative convulsed and went limp. But there were more. A third Spectre emerged from the smoke, ignoring its fallen comrade. It raised a heavy-duty sonic cannon, a weapon designed to liquify internal organs through armor. Elias dove behind a concrete pillar just as the air vibrated with a bone-shaking thrum. The concrete cracked, dust choking her lungs. "Elias! The core is at eighty percent!" Julian’s voice echoed through the facility’s internal speakers. "I need you now! The Xylos array is locking onto our signature!"

We are still talking when Xaden walks in talking to someone over the phone. “Yes, special editions,” he tells the person over the phone. I don’t know what the person says but his response is, “I know how much they cost…. Yes, I want two of them…….. Yes, I said two.” Xena laughs and turns to me. “It looks like your son beat you to it. You two are so predictable.” I frown before it occurs to me that Xaden is buying special edition jets for his sisters. He has been begging Xena on their behalf for months now. I guess he has decided to do it without asking anymore.

tried to slow him down, the automated defenses of the city firing sonic pulses at the massive, dark shape moving through the fog, but Xander simply absorbed the energy, using the discord to fuel his fury. At the base of the Aether-Tech Hub, a squad of Sentinels moved to intercept. Xander didn't even slow down. He hit the first Sentinel with the force of a falling star, his claws shearing through the tungsten plating as if it were parchment. He tore the head from the second and used it as a projectile to crush a third. He began to climb.

"The Sinclair Assets are property of the International Trust. You have ten seconds to comply before we neutralize all hostiles." I pulled my newborn son tighter against my chest, his small, frantic cries muffled by the roar of the engines. At my feet, Xander lay motionless, his hand still resting near the baby’s foot—a final, bloody seal of protection. Julian was frantically pumping Xander’s chest, his face slick with sweat and tears. "Julian, stop!" I screamed over the thunder of the rotors. "They’re going to fire!" "I’m not letting him go, Sara!" Julian roared back, his voice cracking. "He didn't do all this just to end on a concrete floor!"