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.”

I ask with a cheeky grin, knowing that would cheer her up. “Of course I do!” She answers, her eyes lighting up in happiness. She gets off the bed as fast as she can, walking over to the bags and grabbing as many as she can carry. Setting them on the bed she sits back down and starts to take stuff out one by one. “I had to get this when I saw them!” She says excitedly, pulling little booties out of the bag. I smile when I notice they are black dragons that resemble Hunter. “When I saw them I knew they were meant for our Maddox. They look exactly like Hunter,” she says while looking at the tiny boots in her hands, “don’t you think?”

His voice was so husky and mysterious, as if providing some kind of warning and yet, Lotte wasn't 100% sure as to what it was for. As Brandon slid into the back seat, he produced a small catalog from the pocket of his hoodie and began eyeballing it. Finally, he gave a nod and then pointed to a pair of boots on the front page that had a fur lining to them. He showed the image to Lotte. “I think these will do just fine for you. What do you think of the purple shade?” Lotte certainly agreed that it was a beautiful color however, she couldn't help noticing that the boy's thumb was hiding the price tag. “How much are they?” She finally inquired.

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.

The twins started pressing buttons and levers, as more supplies on the wall then a Glass stone tube appeared. Olive and Clover squealed in thrill, they walked in having the whole tube spin in a high speed. Once it slowed down they walked out fully dressed, head to toe battle suits, they wore tight silver jackets that reached below the hip. In the lower half they wore silver skinny leather pants, wearing spikes red ankle boots with chains all their bodies. Lastly chains formed into a crown of their cherry hair, as their red-ginger winds danced in and away in the distance as if they were real flames.

cotton had been good. But the boots were Shamira's idea. If she was going to be forced to endure this weirdness, why not get one good pair of footwear out of it? She was a western girl at (her non-beating) heart, so she'd always wanted a nice pair of cowboy boots. She had ordered a pair of hand-made, hand-tooled Leggenda Collection Lucchese black-leather boots for the low, low price of $1500. Shane's pockets ran deep, and the boots would be shipped directly to his address.

She was right, but I didn’t want to admit that. “Just do what I said,” I replied through clenched teeth. “That’s it.” A few minutes later, the warriors returned with a pair of boots. They looked small, just the way I asked. I bent down and helped Seraya wear them. Her foot slipped in easily showing that the boots were still a bit big but they were manageable. At least they would protect her feet from the rough ground in the woods. I stood up straight and turned to the warriors.

Falcon kissed her cheek. "I guess it's settled then," Theo sighed. DJ slammed the trunk shut. "Now if you've packed all your ghost-friendly shoes, then it's time for us to go." "Excuse me?" Falcon snapped. "My footwear is strictly high fashion. These are glitter-laced House of Delamort boots from their post-apocalyptic couture line." "Your boots are louder than a banshee with IBS," Cameron growled. "They'll get us all killed. Plus, I don't know where you think we are going that you think you’ll need a whole damn suitcase that’s probably packed with nonsense."

Lady Keegan: “Well since you put it like that. I am sure I can play my part well. By the way Alpha, I need $1600.00 for a new pair of Jimmy Choo boots.” Alpha Hollis: “That’s ridiculous! They are boots for Goddess sake. What is so special about boots for them to cost that much?” Lady Keegan: “They are Jimmy Choos, Alpha. I like them and since I am the face to the human world, I need to blend in. And really, that’s just a fraction of the cost for the crystal covered pointy toe pumps that I will be wearing for my Luna ceremony.” Alpha Hollis: “Fine. But you had better play your part convincingly to the Alpha Heir.”