Striker X Moxxie Novels & Stories

Calm. Moses cracked his knuckles, stepping in with his usual lion-like swagger. “No running this time.” Fiero was beside him, silent. Barefoot. Barehanded. Eyes sharp and unreadable. Xavier gave a short nod. “Don’t hold back.” Moses struck first. A heavy hook aimed for ribs. Fast and powerful. Xavier ducked, twisted, slammed an elbow into his side, using his own momentum against him. Fiero moved next. Silent as breath.

I chimed. Striker’s eyebrows shot to his forehead. “ You are some foreign kind. Do you really think you can beat him? He is a monster when he is angry. It’s rare and…it’s terrible. So lay low, and stay behind me whenever he is around. ” I rolled my eyes, huffing. “ you don’t know me yet! ” “ That’s right. ” Striker nodded. I yelped as his arms came around my waist and picked me up before dropping me over his shoulder.

I could see their considerable resemblance, including those eyes and the jawline. “I’m glad you found and have each other now, Mr. Braddson.” “Oh, he didn’t lose me.” Striker scoffed. “He’d known I existed for a long time. He sent me money every month, but I refused to see him. I used his money to invest instead of sending it back to him.” Striker’s story made me smile. “That was a great idea. I would have done the same thing.” “So you like kids?” Moses’s question almost choked me.

she assured them. Moxie shrugged “maybe the assassin got you pregnant already, dude moves fast on the battlefield and in the bedroom” the sound of Moxie’s laughter hung solo in the air as Mj blushed and tried to hide the color change in her face by ducking her head while Jay slapped Moxie in the back of the head.//

Captain Hiragi trains us himself. When we headed to the back of the camp where we train, the others were already there. There are only four of us- me, Marco, Josaiah, and Xy. I’m a marksman. I use an electrified steel bow that generates its own steel charged arrows. Marco Kleighs is an assassin. He uses daggers that poison the blood of the flesh it is pierced or slashed on. Even the smallest and slightest of cuts can kill the person in a matter of seconds. Josaiah Solace is the warrior, the fighter who has the best combat skills in the squad. He carries laser induced plasma twin blades that shade the color emerald. Xy Caurus is the creator or the inventor. He runs the ground game- creating

X, despite his usual control and precision, was caught off guard by the ferocity and raw power of the skinwalker. The skinwalker’s fist came down with the force of a wrecking ball, hitting X square in the chest. The sound of bone crunching echoed in the air, but Mr. X gritted his teeth and didn’t let up. He threw a brutal right hook, his fist connecting with the skinwalker’s jaw. The force of the blow caused the creature to stagger back, but only for a second. It was a brief moment, a sliver of time before the skinwalker retaliated, launching himself back at X with terrifying speed.

Roslyn stared at the big man while looking truly upset. Maverick shrugged. Paige stepped back from Maverick and placed her hands on her hips. “Just tell me you were not right out in the open like that?” “I wasn’t. I swear,” Maverick defended. Monster couldn’t wait for revenge as he blurted out, “He was stepping up to SUVs that had live shooters in them while lobbing grenades!” “Tattler.” Maverick glared at him. Shyla stared at Greer. “A missile? Grenades?” she asked.

“But don't let that stop you, okay?” Xavier didn't give me a chance to speak. Instead, he went to his side of the desk. “Go on.” His voice was low, and I hated how it made my stomach churn. "I came here to offer a truce between Blackwater and Redmoon," I began. Xander plans to strike." Xavier didn't move, and even though his face was unreadable, I knew he was listening. "Strike how?" he asked "By force," I said. "He was gathering soldiers and what not before I left. He believes this is the right time to strike and…."