Striker X Blitzo Novels & Stories

I can feel it without looking — the weight of collective focus, the way hundreds of small reactions cancel each other out into a kind of charged stillness. Liu Fengwei presses harder. Thunderstrike Scripture Second Form — he hasn't used this in the tournament videos I never watched but somehow know through System-provided combat analysis — doubles his movement speed at the cost of precision. He becomes a blur of blue-white lightning, striking from three angles simultaneously through a split-step technique that covers the ring's distance in half a second. Two strikes land. Left ribs, right hip. Both hurt. I stumble back to the ring's edge, breathing carefully.

The very earth under his feet seemed to groan in protest, and the acrid scent of freshly turned dirt mingled with the sharp tang of ozone, assaulting Brodi's senses as he ducked his head against the maelstrom and continued to silently advance. Above, the heavens were entirely shrouded by roiling, malignant clouds that seemed to devour any trace of starlight or moonshine. Leif and Astrid appeared to him only in the stark, searing flashes of the lightning overhead. The thunder that followed was a deafening roar, so powerful that it resonated deep within his chest, but still he stalked toward his prey. Squinting against the flying debris, he finally saw his brothers and the warriors in position

Connor said through his gritted teeth in resentment while he was spitting out blood, “I won’t let you off for this. I won’t ever—” Kayson slapped his shoulder and destroyed his muscles with his Novem Lightning Zero Impact. Connor let out an agonizing scream instantly.

The water spout, as wild and powerful as a tornado, crashed down, snuffing out the flames instantly. Gasps of astonishment rippled through the crowd. Rendok's face turned pale with shock. "I'm no ordinary werewolf. I guess you didn't do your research," Blaze said, his voice dripping with mockery and contempt. Blaze raised his hands, and from his palms, brilliant light beams shot out, piercing through the air with deadly precision. The dragons became targets in his deadly game, each beam striking with unerring accuracy.

“So, I’ll ask you one more fucking time. What the hell was that weapon?” It was the same weapon they’d used on me. With something that deadly, they could cause real damage. A weapon of that magnitude shouldn’t be in the hands of people like them. “It’s a Fortifier X; instead of bullets, it fires Baneshots.” “Who is the supplier?” “If you want that answer—and the others I’m sure you plan to beat out of me. I need to see the human first.” “Tessa?” “Yes. Tessa. Let’s say we have a lot of catching up to do.”

I pulled the trigger. A crack split the air — like thunder splitting a mountain — as fifty thousand volts and enough amps to drop a raging rhino ripped through his flesh. The bone needles buried in his chest and the rain turned it into a living lightning rod, amplifying the surge until even the storm seemed to flinch. His roar ripped through the storm, animal, guttural, Striga’s snarl layered behind it. The blast threw him backward like he’d been punched by lightning. The recoil slammed me deeper into the seat, spine rattling with the force of it.

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

We stood locked, eye to eye, teeth gritted, muscles straining. Then, through the clash of steel and storm, he hissed, “Who are you?” I met his stare and grinned, despite the blood on my lips. “Don’t you remember?” I whispered. “I’m Zevarion, the god of lightning.” At that moment. A jagged bolt of lightning split the sky and struck between us with a blinding flash. The sheer force sent Xareth hurtling across the courtyard, his body crashing into the stone with a sickening thud. He coughed, blood staining his lips.

He merged the two elements into a single strike and unleashed the strike in a single, seamless motion that was a masterpiece of destruction. "How…" Felix swallowed nervously. He tried to dodge the incoming strike, only for the realization to hit him instantly—he was far too slow. Ashton's Lightning Bolt strike, driven by the momentum of his sudden acceleration, became devastating. Felix was gripped by a deep sense of dread, even though the strike held only the power of a transcendent realm expert. He felt like prey cornered by a lethal predator. He brought his arms up to defend himself, causing a loud blast to echo throughout the surroundings as the full force of the strike slammed into him.

She looked down with desire in her eyes as he slowly filled her up and moaned as her head rolled back in pleasure. His every trust was powerful unlike last night, he wasn't gentle but dominating and wild. Her body jerked with each thrust and she screamed in pleasure. "That's my good girl, moan my fucking name!" He ordered as he rammed inside her. Mira struggled to breathe between his powerful jerks but wasn't complaining. He was holding her against the wall without any extra effort and it was just a glimpse of how strong he is. Her toes curled when she became breathless. "Damon_"