Striker X Blitzo Novels & Stories

His chest heaved up and down, fists clenched at his sides as he glared at me with pure fury in his eyes. “Why the fuck didn’t you stop?” he screamed, his voice echoing through the room. “You saw me standing right there in the doorway and you still kept fucking yourself with those toys? You even came right in front of me like I wasn’t even there? Is that how low you think of me now, Zara? You dare compare me to those fucking sex toys?!” He pointed angrily at the soaked dildo and vibrator lying on the bed and shouted, “This! You chose this plastic shit over me? Over my dick?”

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.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Sloane Mitchell, with the fury of ten hurricanes and the grace of a terminator, stormed over and yanked me to my feet with a grip that could dent steel. “Sorry everyone,” she said, jaw tight, eyes scanning every camera like she might sue them all one by one. “We apologize for the interruption.” Leo stayed in his chair, fingers drumming against his knee, one brow lifted, a slow smirk creeping in like the devil himself just got entertained.

Luis was relaxing in his pool at the back of his mansion, with Marco his right hand man when one of his men walked up to them. “Boss.” He said with a slight bow. “Lucas.” “One of our stash houses was hit this morning.” There was silence for a while, which made Lucas fidget. Luis watched as Marco emerged from the pool, his arms, chest and back full of numerous black tattoos on pale skin. At over 6”4 he was an intimidating figure made of raw muscles. “And?” He asked impatiently. “They made away with two kilograms of our product.” Marco was now standing few inches away from Lucas.