Striker X Novels & Stories

stopped them. Glasses from the windows shattered as everyone ducked down. A lighting bolt strucked the street infront of the building and destroyed the lines. Electricity went out and a few seconds later, the emergency generator hummed and went into power as it left a few light bulbs on. Luna was cupping her hands to her ears as she evaded the shattered glass. She could still hear some ringing in her earlobes as she stood up. "What the hell?" "The fuck was that?!" "Oh my god..."

Reaching out to the tumbler which contained Tequila Slammer, Baron chugged down the liquid and slightly scrunched his nose when it burned the back of his throat. Dropping the cue stick on the table, he slid his left hand into the pocket of his knee length pants while his right hand twirled the tumbler. He was shirtless and a part of his tattoos which were colored gleamed under the lights. He downed the liquor again as he stared into oblivion. Different thoughts rummaged through his mind. The past few months in X-habit had been bloody. Some unknown gunmen of an unknown rival gang had attacked them twice and they had lost a few of their men.

She landed gracefully on her feet, as this was something she had done many times before. She gasped when she saw them. Mitch's neck was covered in claw marks, his shirt was ripped to shreds. His nose was slashed down the middle and blood was dripping from his lips. Jim's left eye was busted, and claw marks decorated his cheeks. His lip was busted, and his shirt was also ripped to shreds. “Do you give up, mutt?” Knox asked, his chest heaving as he spoke. “No. Do you?” Gustav answered, holding his chest as he was trying to catch his breath. Both of them grunted loudly, getting ready to go at it again.

His face told me that this time I had just fainted. "You're awake. I see the name on your driver's licence. You are Kylie. You don't mind if I call you that, do you?" The strange man said hoarsely, holding a glass of wine in his hand. He glanced at me, then turned the glass with his finger and drank the rest. He changed into a dark grey shirt, and his hair was flufly and damp. His eyes were deep and melancholy. He stared at me calmly for a few seconds just as my eyes met his.

His killer glare moved from my head to my toes and I found it hard to look into his eyes again. "Yes, she is... You thought Scarlett was the one? You were wrong!! I already found my mate," Hutton scoffed and held my hand... "Dare to hurt her too?" He added "I'll kill her, not just hurt her!" Xander replied dryly with a shrug. His voice was emotionless and was sending horror through me. I kept staring at him even when he didn't care to look at my face for long. I was getting hot at his voice this time.

45 Caliber 1911 pistol which he showed me and I wondered where he got such a piece from. Clara has a Katana and can shoot guns perfectly too, he said they've both been going for combat trainings since they were kids. Clara prefers using her melee weapon than guns as she's swift and more brutal with it as Austin described. He said the infected that bite her caught her unawares when they where scanning an abandoned building to see if they can get something useful.

I ask him. " Hi, howdy , hiyo. How are you ? I am good ,thanks for asking what about you?" He replies smugly. " You know what I meant to say. Now, get on the point. What brings you here, Stalker?" I roll my eyes and fold my arms. " Ouch. I am not a Stalker, last I checked you know me ,so voila! Also,i am here to record too . " He says and sits on the vacant couch.

His anger almost combusted as he held her waist. She was his he thought and before he could rethink his action he was already walking to the dancefloor in quick strides. Tyler was tugging her hair as she twerked rubbing her ass against him repeatedly. He tore Tyler's from her body aggressively and just so he gets the message accompanied it with a punch. He chuckled hard infuriating Xavier even more. "It was about time you showed up." He commented winking at him. Xavier narrowed his eyes at him wondering what baseless point he was trying to prove by intentionally setting this up.

,striker replied with a chuckle. "Really,so what should we do now?",he ask impatiently, "I guess we all should just wait here on our alert ,he would bring along with him the magical amulet and we would overpower this creatures", he gritted his teeth and tightened his fist like he was about to punch someone. "Hey dude calm down,take all your power and annoyance to the wolves ,I know you'll get beaten blue black before you open your mouth to speak ill of them",Jude tease making striker hit him hard on his shoulder ,as he Yelp in pain.

“Strike if you must. But I will not meet you in anger. Not today.” Jareth stared at him, baffled, before a malicious glint filled his eyes. He saw not humility, but weakness. “Then you truly are unfit!” he roared, lunging toward Xander with a fist raised. The crack of bone on bone echoed through the arena. Xander’s head snapped back, his body recoiling, but he didn’t fall. He stood, swaying, a thin stream of blood trickling from his lip. He didn’t flinch, didn’t retaliate. He simply absorbed the impact, grim and unwavering.