Striker X Moxxie Novels & Stories

Destroying the temple was an automatic loss condition. A mech suddenly came into his view. The mediumweight looked terrible. Fractured armor was all that was left of its armor, and it had lost its entire right shoulder and arm. Despite the extensive damage, the mech still held on to an intact flamethrower in its other hand. One of the ways striker-type mechs distinguished themselves from others was their capability to damage a wide area. Accuracy was less of a concern for them as they'd always hit something in their attacks if they came into range. The particle mist unintentionally provided the striker with the perfect hunting environment.

There was only one person who could fight him easily. A monster who played with shadows and contracts and bodies. He was just like a viper who never did charity. A man who scared every other man into obedience. Xander Sterling. I hated that I knew it but I hated that I needed him even more. But I needed someone strong enough to ruin Miguel, and Xander was the only one I’d seen win every war he entered.

I'd kill them anyway. "This new supplier is very eager to work for us. His stuff is undiluted too." Hanks, my dog in this territory, told me. He lightly stabbed one of the bags with a small knife and lifted the white substance to his nose. His eyes lighted up when he snorted everything in. The ecstatic look in his eyes explained the quality of the product. "Great." I felt the repackaged coke in my hands. "Call the boys and tell them to pick them up this evening. There is money to be made."

"S&W M&P Shield Ruger 1911 Commander Glock G17 S&W J-Frame Revolver Charter Arms Bulldog Smith & Wesson M&P Glock G43 Handgun Glock 23 Handgun Ruger LCR Pistol are guns that's gonna be sold." "Good job.. you can leave now." He dismissed his secretary and took out a pack of cigarettes with the intention of relaxing but decided against it and dump it in the trash before turning to his system again. He was gonna mess with Ming Industries again and tightened the firewalls around his company again. It was a regular routine for Lord Xavier. His company walls were impenetrable and never has anyone succeeded in hacking him. He Smiled devilishly as he hacked into his mother's Slush fund and transfere

Rage simmered inside me…at his tone and the way he was disregarding my feelings. Resisting him with defiance, I gritted out, “I cannot live without…” He cut me off sharply, “We have a mate somewhere out there waiting for us, Maddox. That’s who we can’t live without. Our mate is the one specially made for us. She’ll complete our powers and without her, we’ll always be incomplete.” “Eryx…” I said vulnerably.

The shield turned into a swarm of black needles, whistling through the sterile air. ​Two of the guards dived for cover behind a heavy medical cart, but the needles found the gaps in their armor. The sound of metal piercing ceramic filled the hallway. One guard fell, his rifle clattering to the floor as his suit’s systems flickered and died. ​The final guard scrambled backward, his gloved hand reaching for a canister on his belt. "They're using the jump energy! We need the dampeners—"

He was helpless now, she banged her fists against the wall, screaming at her as he said, “ Tell me, who fucks better?” This was the final straw, I didn't see when she moved her hands and gave him a smack across the face but I heard the crisp sound and I saw how he moved backwards with a shocked look on his face, holding the side of his face. She raised her fingers, looking at him with an angry look, about to swear at him when he raised a fist, about to hit her but Stefano who had been standing by the corner flew over, He had his hands on Enzo's, he twisted his hands backwards before he sent him a kick that led him to fly backwards. It was no joke, saying,

Everything about him was sharp, deliberate, his eyes dark and unreadable, his body coiled like he’d been waiting for this moment. The air shifted. I could feel it in my bones. Lester’s men turned, but they didn’t stand a chance. In seconds, the room descended into chaos. Kendrick moved like lightning—precise, brutal, unstoppable. The sound of fists meeting flesh, glass shattering, groans filling the air. My heart raced as I tried to stay out of the way, frozen between shock and something far more dangerous. When it was over, the room was a wreck. Men lay scattered across the floor, groaning or unconscious. The sharp scent of blood clung to the air. And there he was standing between me and th

Alex teased, making me slap his chest. "I could be a single father you know. Who said you'll be a part of the equation?" I retort. "How can you get rid of this hot piece of ass." He said, gesturing to his body. I faked gagging noises to feign disgust. "I'd rather die alone," I replied. "I wonder if you'll make the same noises if I-" I quickly shit him up by slapping my hand over his mouth. "You're disgusting," I said.

Ambush is an art, and we were the bad kind of craftspeople. The first clash was a crack of sound and fury. Maddox dropped off his bike like a moving battering ram, shoulder-first into the nearest rogue; the man didn’t stand a second under Maddox’s weight before metal hit bone. Jax cut in from the right, a blur, his fist finding another rogue’s solar plexus and sending him vomiting onto the gravel. Calder moved like a tidal wave, not flashy but unstoppable - a rogue came at him with a pipe and Calder caught it mid-swing, snapped his wrist, and then used the broken metal to finish a sentence with a skull.