Star-lord Rocket Boots Novels & Stories

Kelly said with a giggle, as she carefully walked to the table and left a ceramic bowl there, which was filled to the brim with the same tonic from my previous life. She let out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat on her forehead using the back of her hand, before she came to me and stood in front of me. Kelly did not say anything to me for the next few seconds. Rather, she simply stared, before finally, she broke the silence, saying, “You look so ethereal, sister. It's no wonder you are the star and pride of our Red Moon pack”. Kelly's smile looked so innocent. One would even think she was a saint.

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

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.

"Go ahead. Consider it doing me a favor." Then I gently pushed him to where the men's wear were displayed. I used the opportunity myself to get something nice for Leo. I had notice that green clothes fitted him most, so I picked a green blazer and top. I got three more outfits for him one in black and two in reds. By the time Jack was done I was ready, so we made our way to the check unit and paid for the things we bought. **** We met Leo in an angry state by the time we got home and I immediately walked to him, after Jack greeted him, he jacked away when he spotted Bob talking to one of the warriors.

Forget that they're beautiful and elegant and feminine. I'm dressed in black BDUs. Moon sent one of his men to my apartment. Now I also have a utility belt and my favorite kickass boots. My top is a tight black unadorned tee that hugs my breasts and is long enough to tuck in. Because I'm working guard duty tonight, I'm taking it seriously. Moon walked into his room after I put my gun on my hip and pepper spray into its slip holster. He approved and we almost ended up back in bed. Moon left no doubt in my mind that he's completely turned on by this kickass female.

It was well taken care of. But then he held it up, revealing it was a pant and shirt suit. She wouldn’t ever wear something so appropriate! She shook her head. But he ignored her and began to dig through another crate. He handed Arcadia a pair of boots and whispered, “Elven leather. Light, durable, and still have room for enchantments.” “Can you try it on, Clarissa?” Arcadia encouraged. “It’s the first decent thing we have seen today.” “It’s not decent.” Clarissa hissed at her as the merchant left the tent.

][ ACTIVATING DEFENSE PROTOCOL. From the shadows of the server racks, droids emerged. Not the clumsy security bots. These were Spider-Tanks. Fast, agile, with machine guns mounted on their backs. "Jack! Hold them off!" Sebastian yelled. "Kenji! Jack in! Kill the upload!" Jack dropped the plushie. He pulled out a grenade launcher (hidden inside the plushie).THUMP. The first grenade hit a Spider-Tank. BOOM. "Eat this, you metal crabs!"

Through the thick, white fog of the steam, the Sunburst Elite arrived. They did not march. They did not run. They glided perfectly over the treacherous, broken ice of the harbor. Their repulsor boots hummed with a sickening, high-pitched frequency that vibrated deep in my teeth. They wore heavy armor plated in pure Aurelian gold, making them look like a legion of shining, faceless statues. They carried solar lances. The tips of their weapons burned with the same concentrated plasma heat that had just vaporized our ancient stone wall.