Star-lord Rocket Boots Novels & Stories

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.

he responded with a smile and an eye roll as he followed him out of the bedroom. Dillon went into the kitchen to grab his insulin case out of the fridge and put it in his bag as Tony grabbed his boots by the door. The kid gave him no end of trouble over the fact that he pretty much exclusively wore boots. What was wrong with that? They were generally comfortable, except on days where he worked doubles at the shop. Flip-flops were not his style, no matter how much Dillon pushed him. Plus, it was hard to ride in anything but boots. The weight of the boots themselves made it easier for him to kick out the kickstand and securely plant his feet on the foot rests. They looked better, too.

Around my neck, a silver chain hung, bearing a delicate gemstone—deep green, like a forest under the moonlight. My pants were replaced by black leather trousers that moulded to my legs, designed for both flexibility and style. The leather was soft, yet strong, and shimmered with an almost ethereal glow. At my waist, a thin belt adorned with more silver and gold runes hung, as though it were a part of me. My boots were high, made of soft, worn leather that reached just below my knees, with intricate designs etched into the surface. The soles were thick, designed to give me a sense of stability, like a warrior ready for battle.

When they entered their room, clothes were lying out for Zoe and Ryder to wear for dinner. Ryder had a black suit with a crest. It was the crest of the Lighting Guardians. He ran his fingers over it in disbelief. Just seeing that symbol made him feel closer to his parents. Zoe's dress was a shimmering royal blue. It was floor-length, with a slit up to her thigh on one side. The dress was off the shoulder with long sleeves. Leah helped her get dressed and did her hair and makeup. When the couple looked in the mirror, they barely recognized themselves. Neither had ever worn clothes like those before.

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."

"It's not flesh anymore. It's... something else. Void crystal. It eats energy. Heat, kinetic force... it absorbs it. I think." "You think?" Ben shrieked. "This is not a hypothesis you want to test at supersonic speeds!" "It's the only way," I turned to the others. "Marcus, you're heavy. Can your mag-boots hold onto the hull?" Marcus, the towering suit of armor, nodded. His voice was a metallic rumble. "My boots are rated for orbital walks. I can magnetize to the lower engine cowling. I will shield the thruster output." "And you," I looked at Valerius.

Steam vented from the hydraulic pipes, creating a thick mist on the concrete floor. Jackson Sterling stepped out of the lead vehicle. He wasn't wearing a tuxedo or a tactical vest today. He was wearing a form-fitting, pressurized flight suit made of dark carbon-fiber mesh. It looked like armor from the future. "Showtime," Jackson whispered. As the mist cleared, the beast inside the hangar was revealed. It wasn't a standard NASA rocket. It was a predator. The Black Star. A sleek, triangular spacecraft, painted matte black to absorb radar waves and starlight. It didn't look like it was built by human hands; it looked like it was carved from obsidian.

Drake–POV Seeing Yuri plummet from the towering mountain height, I instantly shifted halfway, unfurling my dragon wings. I caught her weary form in my arms, simultaneously dodging the laser beams aiming at us. Her unconscious state, etched on her battered face, stirred a pang of guilt within me. Anticipating the next laser beam, I retaliated with magical fire from my palm, dispelling the threat before we took to the skies. As the truck carrying a mixture of hybrid creatures slipped past the security post, relief washed over me. Solomons and Mac had been tasked with its removal, and their success showed that my preemptive elimination of the guards had paid off.

“But… what kind of surgery are you about to have?” “It’s a little hard to explain. You know Colonel Rhodey in the Avengers, right?” “The other Iron Man? Oh, what was his name again?” “Yes. War Machine. You remember when he got injured in Civil War?” Kate’s eyes light up. “Oh right! After that, he was wearing those high-tech leg braces designed by Tony Stark.” “Exactly. Except I won’t have any leg or arm braces. It’ll still be me. My own limbs, the bones inside my skin etc.”

Damn it. "I did." I caught myself still stroking my belly as I answered, wondering if mine would ever be so smooth again. "The booties are darling." Made from some kind of Demoniconian creature's fur, so soft they felt like air. "Thank you, Meems." She smoothed the front of her gold-threaded skirt hanging low on her thin hips and bounced a little in place. "I have a whole outfit for him for winter," she said. Beamed, white teeth bright against her red-tinted skin as her amber eyes flared with fire.