Star-lord Rocket Boots Novels & Stories

Her fingers pointed to the black combat boots sticking out of the cart. Jorn gave her a nod. “Cute and water-resistant,” he said, his voice pitched slightly higher as he mimicked her tone. A literal shiver ran down my spine. “How do we make sure he never does that again?” Nate whispered in my ear, equally as weirded out. “I don’t know,” I whispered back. He pointed to one of the other guys who had his hand raised. “What about the lightning bolt? I noticed some of them are purple and some are gold.”

I can still play the innocent nice girl even if no one believes that I really am. I change into some sturdy pants and layer a tank top with a long sleeved shirt on top. I finish off my outfit with thick socks and my warrior boots that are really broken in. I don’t get cold like most wolves, but I have no idea what is going to happen tonight and I have to assume that I might not get back to the house tonight. “You look ready for a fight.” Robbie says, smiling. “Not a fight, but the woods for sure. You guys have been out there. The ground is all muddy and sloppy. I’d rather trash my hiking shoes than my tennis shoes any day.”

It is meant for war. Black and silver, the fitted bodice wraps around my torso like armor, the material flexible yet unyielding. The sleeves end just past my elbows, laced with wolf insignias that tell the story of both packs-the Starlight Pack's sigil intertwined with the Misfit's crest, a reminder that we are one. A silver sash is tied at my waist, its fabric softer than the rest, marking my status as Luna. My boots are lined with wolf fur; my arms are braced with leather cuffs engraved with battle runes.

Leo (Tank) roared, his voice carrying over the ringing in everyone's ears. The giant man stepped forward, clad in the matte-black "Juggernaut" heavy assault armor they had looted from the Mobile Command Center. The armor made him look like a walking monolith. He reached out and snatched the smoking rifle from the hands of a trembling Ironhead ganger who looked barely out of his teens.

“The boots are covered in a fine-grained black sand of some sort with an unusual scent. I also find it in the prints. It’s not soot or ash of some type. I think it’s stone and the scent is distinctive.” “Show me.” Using a snapped twig he finds on the ground as a pointer, the recruit indicates what he’s talking about both in the prints and in smudges on the boots. My brows draw together. “The vamp that attacked at the Luna ceremony wore boots like that, with the same type smudges. And the night we found Kassandra in the forest, she was covered in some black silt that looked like ash. What’s stuck in the treads looks like it comes from stone though. We need Charlie.”

I pulled him away from the spot he was rooted to, I wanted him to continue the dance. "No. The Luna of the Pack is a crazy being, crazily powerful. She is the only one you will need to face and I trust that you will not allow her to sabotage the mission. I trust you." As he concluded his words, he walked me back to the thrones and we took our seats. "You don't have to worry about anything else, I will deliver Crescent Moon Pack to you," I said teasingly and touched his nose tip as a smirk crossed his face.

He has an almost full moonmark on his right wrist, a sign of the great achievements he has accomplished. He is wearing a war attire, a sleek, black leather jacket with silver fangs; which I believe are from demons he has slayed, rests along the shoulders and an embroidered wolf on the back. Beneath the jacket, is a form-fitting white shirt with a pair of dark, fitted pants with reinforced knee padding. On his feet, are high-end combat boots with a polished, metallic finishing.

All three of their faces are pissed off. "Bella what..........." Ares starts but his tone trails off. All three of their faces drop as they take in what I'm wearing. I try my best to refrain from laughing. All three of their eyes rake my outfit in. I'm wearing a black, long sleeved, one-piece leather bodysuit that shows my curves perfectly. I paired fishnet stockings with it. The bodysuit has a crisscross pattern in the chest area that shows off my breasts perfectly. I decided to wear thigh-high boots that had nice stiletto heel on them. I

He had on a dark shirt and dark jeans with a black leather jacket. His feet were adorned with black combat boots. She looked down at herself and picked at the dark leather jumpsuit with cut-up sleeves she had on. She wore combat boots too and a black bomber jacket. Her hair was tied up into a high ponytail to avoid being blown by the wind. She looked back at Alaric to ask him something, but she noticed his hands. "Hey, isn't that my Death Claw?" "Come on, Odessa. You literally have claws that can rip through magic shields. At least let me have something cool too."

“Thank you for everything. I will be sure to get your clothes back to you in perfect condition.” “Speaking of clothes, you really don’t have to put those boots back on. I will be back in a second.” Wayne said as he got up and went in the direction of his bedroom. He returned a few minutes later holding a pair of black slippers. They were unisex and looked they were made of pure leather; it was hard not to admire them. “You should wear these,” Wayne said as he dropped them by her feet. “Wayne, you really don’t need to do this, I don’t mind wearing the boots.” Rose really did not want to stuff her feet back into those boots, but she was done with taking things from Wayne; he had already done s