Striker X Novels & Stories

A tall man with a scar across his cheek glared down at me. “Well well,” he smirked. “Looks like we found something interesting.” His jacket had the same snake emblem. The Viper Syndicate. “I— I think you made a mistake,” I said quickly. “Oh, I don’t think so.” He shoved me forward toward the center of the street. Gunfire continued around us as the two gangs clashed violently. Then suddenly Everything went quiet. Because someone had arrived. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. The air itself seemed to change.

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.

“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 whispered, shaking my head, “I didn’t take this picture myself, I was turning back to the camera so obviously this picture didn’t come from me. And I don’t even know who took it.” Sloane looked at me, really looked. For the first time, her tone wasn’t icy, it wasn’t calculating. It was human. “So you admitted that it was you? Okay fine, who hit you? I mean who gave you all this injury?” I raised my hand then I took a step back to the window. “I think it’s better if we keep my private life out of all this mess.” Sloane scoffed. “Miss Tessa, you are now the fake girlfriend of a famous football striker. So you have to put up with things like this.”

If we stop him, we will cut the pass link with the strikers. "Is it really that good?" Helder said. "Unfortunately. It was a big surprise for everyone that he was not selected for the u-12 national team. " "What"s his name?" Helder said. "His name is Melih. He wears a size 10. A left-footed player. As I said, we must be very careful with their rust. " "Yes, coach!" "Oh, there is one more thing. Helder, I am telling you this specifically. He can shoot at unexpected moments and his team has scored many goals in this way. You have to watch him. "

Memories he'd longed buried. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he crossed the room. "Stay away from her," Ollie said, voice chipped, as he dropped on the seat opposite his father. The man's response was a slow, infuriating smirk. "Who?" He drawled. Ollie flexed his fist, etching to drive it into his father's face. Hearing his father's voice alone tightened his muscles with despise. "Oh, the stripper?" Clear disdain dripped from his voice.

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

After she said so, she reached for my arm and smacked my palm against her face. Surprised by this sudden turn of events, I couldn't stop myself from leaving a heavy imprint of a palm on her face. Almost instantaneously, Zephyr pushed me heavily down the stairs, and I rolled all the way to the ground like a ball. My entire body hurt so much that I couldn't even make a sound, and the cameras of the paparazzi were practically smudged in my face. "You're Theresa? The actress, Theresa Carter?" "Goodness, since when did you become so fat?"

Because he looked amused. "I see the Crimson Fang Alpha still prefers introductions with weapons." Marcus frowned. "You know me?" "I know all of you." His silver eyes swept across the group. "Gabriel Silver Moon." "The noble diplomat." "Marcus Crimson Fang." "The warrior who trusts his fists more than his mind." Then his gaze settled on Alex. "Alexander Ashford." "The billionaire who inherited an empire built on secrets." Alex's jaw tightened. "You've mistaken me for someone who cares what you think." A faint chuckle escaped the stranger.

She staggered back due to the power of the strike and found it difficult to regain her balance. As she struggled to repel the rogue, she caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye. A massive, powerful figure emerged from the trees, rushing directly for her. Kyra's heart skipped a beat as she recognized Xander. "So, this is where you've been hiding," Xander hissed, his eyes full of hate. "Did you really think you could stop me?" Kyra gritted her jaw and gripped her sword closer. "I will not allow you to destroy everything we have built. "We will stop you." Xander chuckled in a chilly, scornful tone. "You are a fool, Kyra. "You and your valuable pack are no match for me."