Star-lord Rocket Boots Novels & Stories

Todd Slipped away with his metallic arm. "I see what you're trying to do princess. that little trick of yours won't work against me. I saw your other friend try it against the lone wolf. but I am not as stupid as him,” Todd said. he tapped the heels of his metallic boots onto the ground and two rocket thrusters sprouted from the bottom of the boot. it propelled him towards Luciana with faster speeds than before. She was left to react to it and was caught with a punch to the gut.

Then, she bent down to tie the shoelace that had come off. But, before she could tie it properly, Vivian dragged her along. “Vivi, al least let me tie my shoelace.” She protested. “Arrgh! That is why I hate such shoes. Why don’t you get something like mine?” She said, pointing to her custom-made Tsanr boots. They were made of the most rigid know material to man. They were a bit uncomfortable but were very durable. Getting used to the boots was a part of her preparation for space travel.

I needed it for me. Zayne reluctantly got out of his car, having not noticed me yet because he was busy grumbling about being forced here. Not to my surprise at all, he was wearing red leather skinny pants, a matching jacket with a white front zipper and white zipper pockets and chains; wheat white gold. Then to make it hilarious, he wore white leather Chelsea boots with Superman and Flash's symbol on each side of the boots. Now, that part was funny.

"‍A silk d‍r⁠e‍ss. Silver b‌roo⁠‌ches. Leather boots. Did y‍ou‌ re⁠ally thin‌k yo⁠u were a Luna, Rhea? D⁠id you really th⁠ink a few‍ w‌eeks in a w‌arm⁠ cast⁠‌le could⁠ tu⁠rn a g‍‌u⁠tter rat int‌o royalty?" I lifted m⁠y head, ignori‌ng the white‍-⁠‍hot spike⁠s o‌f pain shooti⁠ng down m‌y neck‌. I forced my jaw to lock, staring‍ str‍aight i‍nto his pale‌ eyes with‍ every dr‍op of⁠ v⁠ici‌ous, s⁠treet-honed hat‍red I had‌ left‌.

Kade knelt beside the bed, half-asleep but alert the second she stirred. “Ssh,” he said, brushing a cloth across her forehead. “You’re burning.” “It hurts,” she whispered, voice ragged. “I know.” He held a small vial in his palm, a thin silver flask wrapped in black leather. “What’s that?” she croaked. “Something the wolves use. Moonmoss and bloodroot,” he said. “It dulls the mark. Slows the body’s rejection.” “Will it work on… me?” He didn’t answer at first.

Atlas said. I felt nauseous, as if something disgusting was crawling on my skin. The smell coming from the forest's dead tree was way better than the words coming out of Atlas' mouth. “You-!”. Daxter kicked Atlas and instantly shifted into his wolf form. He was a black wolf, and was obviously bigger and looked stronger than me. And… There was a tattoo on his right leg. It was a paw tattoo, but had two distinguished colors. Purple and white. All previous Blackwood Alphas of the Red Moon pack had something like that.

The silver weave catches the torchlight, emphasizing the lean, powerful contours of my chest and the clean line of my collarbones, sharp as hunting blades. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't recognize royal tailoring, little sister?" I whisper to the empty room, sliding my feet into the towering silver-rimmed boots. They are ridiculously high, designed to force a wolf into a tense, ready-to-strike posture, but my balance is absolute. I take three silent paces across the stone floor. Perfect.

“Make sure it’s on that ring finger that’s attached to your left hand, baby girl.” Smiling, I held it out to see. “Perfect fit.” “I know. Get dressed and get down here.” Maddox had pulled out a pair of jeans with had holes all the way down the legs. Stopping at a cuff, he had a hair of black ankle-high boots next to them. What got my attention was the black lace bodysuit. It looked like shapewear meets lingerie. The V neck wasn’t going to hide anything. The cuff sleeves made it look even sexier.

"The Vanguard-01 is ash! The reactors are dead!" "We don't need a ship," Leo said. He stepped out from the shadows of the stone arches. At ten years old, Leo was a haunting reflection of the man Julian had been—peaceful, yet carrying a gravity that made the air around him feel thick. He wasn't wearing a tactical suit. He wore a simple linen tunic, but the lavender scar on his forehead was glowing with a blinding, terrifying silver light.

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."