Sukuna Drip Novels & Stories

Jackson smiled, then realised that there were three people now who could really use that injection. ‘Pissing well hand that over,’ Timms demanded. Jackson let out a disappointed moan. ‘Why did you even bother doing that, eh?’ ‘Well,’ said the insufferable Brit, ‘for one thing that knobhead’s been getting on my nerves the whole time we’ve been here, dishing out orders. And for another... nobody’s offing you but me, Monks. You still owe me money.’ ‘Look,’ said Strauss, ‘only one person is getting this.’ He brought the needle round and planted it in Suzanne’s arm before Timms could say another word.

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

Xena says and proceeds through the conservatory planes with everyone following behind. The profit from those roses does not only cover the hospital, but the wall we are currently building to secure our borders. Seeing them is another reminder of just how much my Luna has done for the pack. “What are those?” someone asks, pointing at the three-meters all-green tree. They are all suddenly very interested in everything they see. “It’s a dalo. We use its extract to treat impotence.” “Cool.” “And those,” someone else asks. “It’s a sliming plant,” Xena replies.

Was that why we could communicate through thoughts in that battle? Alexander, oblivious to the thoughts fighting for dominance in my head, pulled up a leatherskin water bottle from the side of the saddle. "Are you thirsty?" He asked, then poured the water down his throat. He handed the bottle to me and I did the same, gulping from it. He appeared fidgety and nervous, and I knew the brief whatever-it-was between the both of us had affected him the same way it had affected me. Maybe I was better at hiding it than he was. Or maybe he had more to hide than I did.

Another slope downward. Then—a glimpse of moonlight again. The real exit. Erika pushed forward, lungs burning, feet barely touching the ground. The tunnel widened, leading to an opening framed by jagged rock. Beyond it, the dark outline of trees stretched beneath the night sky. She was almost there. Then—something slammed into her from behind. The force sent her sprawling forward, her hands scraping against rough stone. She gasped, twisting onto her back—only to find Malrik standing over her, his golden eyes glowing like embers in the dark.

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

I tried to struggle from their hold but they were too strong. Slowly, I felt myself getting weaker as I inhaled the intoxicating drugs into my nostril. My blurred sight enveloped in darkness and in an instant my body shrunken in defeat under their solid hold. I tried to reach for someone but all I could see was blackness. I tried to scream for help but I couldn't even open my mouth. All were absent including all of my remaining senses. ......