Striker X Chaz Novels & Stories

The Striker was thrown violently off the ramp, plummeting down into the flooded lower levels of the Ark. "We're ten floors down!" Dax yelled into the comms. "Hold on, Mia!" THE PENTHOUSE Reyes was losing the wrestling match. The Abyssal-Striker was simply too strong, its hydro-pressurized servos overpowering her human strength. It pinned her to the floor, raising the humming harmonic blade to plunge it into her chest.

the Viper felt a great pang if betrayal mixed with shock and confusion. Natasha having let her guard down, Xander immediately retaliated by viciously striking her across her left jaw which threw her back and while using the agility of superspeed, Xander struck her again in the torso, sending her doubling back to the ground. Standing up, there were sounds of burning fire and crackling of electricity, with sparks of red arcing all around Xander’s body, sparkling off of his red leather jacket and black jeans. “Why...?” Viper managed to cry out, all the while feeling the wrenching pain that was in her guts as she tried to stand using her hands and knees.

Delcan walked back into the room,when she was all dressed and sat down next to Chantelle. He looked her in the eyes and said, "I know that was probably awkward, and I'm sorry if I crossed a line. But I want you to know that you can trust me. I won't do anything that you're not comfortable with, and I'll always respect your boundaries. You're safe with me." Chantelle felt tears welling up in her eyes, but they were tears of gratitude, not sadness. She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal.

as he fvcking called us. This fvcker. Argh ! Why won’t he help me ? “By the looks of it, yeah !!” Chester answered Zane without losing eye contact with us. Those sexy eyes. Grrrrr. “Go and strike a peace deal between them,” Zane commanded while slapping Chester’s heavily muscular arm. Chester rolled his eyes and replied, “Hell no !! Why would I miss the fvcking chance of watching their juicy, peachy asses go for each other !!!” he exclaimed.

Looking so watchful and calm like the storm before lightning. The challenger stepped forward. Zara didn’t know his name, only that he was tall, muscle-bound, and had the look of a man who’d won too many fights and grown bored of it. His expression was amused, but not kind. He flexed his fists like he was warming up, even though he’d already been fighting earlier. His chest was bare, his knuckles scarred. Hunter raised a hand, and the challenger lunged forward.

As Chastity grappled with the weight of her anguish, the war raged on, and the fate of the Red Moon Pack hung in the balance. Chastity being vulnerable, Dylan readied himself for a final, devastating strike. An unexpected savior emerged from the shadows. Xander, fueled by a surge of protective instincts, appeared with a speed and ferocity that took even the cunning Dylan by surprise. With a primal roar, Xander intercepted Dylan's lethal blow, intercepting the trajectory that would have meant Chastity's demise.

X had parried the attack, and side stepped the man. X approached Hezi in a nonchalant way. Hezi was furious! He roared as he swing the hammer around above his head. The effort was futile as he attempted to gain the momentum that he needed, X was already in position. Slowly X ducked, as the giant hammer passed over his head with such force that made his hair flutter as if it were a gust of wind. Hezi smiled, as the hammer came back around. Yes, I got him; this hammer is too big to avoid, even if he were to move he would still be crushed. Hezi was right the more he thought about it.

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

Vengeance has my blood pumping, and revenge is what I intend to gain. “Hey there, killer? Put those ears away, won’t you? No shifting allowed.” Xillon smirks and throws a roundhouse kick in my direction. I duck, grab his leg and send him flying backward. He plummets to the lush grass with a thud, groaning. Zane catches me off guard by coming up behind me while I’m preoccupied and gets me in a chokehold. I take my thick, manicured nails and jab them into his neck. He releases me as blood trickles down his neck.

I realized, the hope returning to my voice. "Exactly," Xavier said, standing up and walking around the desk. He stopped just inches from my chair, looming over me. The scent of his cologne dark musk and cedar clouded my senses. "But men like Sterling don't flip for money. They flip for fear. He’s currently at an underground gambling den in the Diamond District. He thinks he’s safe there."