Taz Graphic Novels & Stories

I throw my head back , my short black hair whips through the air – not as elegant as the models do on television , but just sexy enough to make bite his lip and groan at the sight. I lean back into soft fabric , my back arching. The back seat of his white Toyota Tazz , a place I have become very familiar with over the last 3 weeks – is scattered with clothes , shoes and , of course – cum.

"Fuck. This isn't good." "We should be able to override it if we use both our powers. We'd stand a better chance with Frog but he's probably standing by Tricksy as he deals with his loss." Tarsi pulled out his tangling needles and held them out in front of him in a flat 'x' pattern. They began to spark where they met in the middle.

, I hear Tash's voice from behind me. "He called to inform us he won't be around until the weekend. We checked and you weren't at home and we knew you went with him. When he came back he was so pissed sparks came out from him", he ends knowing the last sentence confused me. "We all have element we are good at and it is something that emit from us when we are pissed or livid. Yours is fire that is why so much heat eminate from you. Tareem is lightening, Tash is electric sparks and mine is wind. Understand?", Tash asks and I nod and he stares at the supposed bridge.

I quickly pulled it back up, shielding my body from her. "So you are Azazra?" I mumbled mostly to myself, and Azazra laughed, ignoring my remark. "Ethan! Kacie! I can smell you! Where are you?" called a loud voice, and my ears perked up. Tilda appeared around the corner, her surprised eyes settling on Azazra. She folded her arms across her chest, scowling. "But I didn't smell you." "You should know I never venture into the woods without masking my scent. Hello again, Tilda," Azazra said calmly, and Tilda growled, positioning herself into a threatening stance.

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

Two young tigers who were trying to get close to Zia. *****

'Tara says, “Just give me two hours, I will be back,” Zack says, and he steps out of the house with his jeep keys and drove to a beauty salon where he plaits his hair and trim his beard, and came home with his long plait hair well arranged and packed, and he asked, “babe, how do I look like?“ Zack asked, “I can't describe oh, please let me be” 'Tara retorted, and he made a gesture of him and laughed,

A tiger motif was tattooed on his face. This man was Tigre, one of the Quintus family’s twelve zodiac fighters, a person much stronger than Pigsy and Capra. “After screwing up, how are you still alive?”

he said, scooting forward on the cushion. Trey had a new tattoo, a black Chinese dragon a bit smaller than Zane’s hand running up the left half of his abdomen. This was no press on. The skin around the design was pink from healing. The dragon’s tail curled around the hefty base of Trey’s erection, the final pointy tip extending onto his penile skin on the underside. Zane’s breath hissed in at the thought of artist’s needle shooting ink into him there. Getting this tattoo must have burned like a mother.

Bibi asked, "Something wants to happen" 'Tara says, "Zack was too weak and he can't hold anything" 'Tara says, "did you use the fluid spray?" Bibi asked, "yes" 'Tara replied, "don't worry, nothing will happen to him, but don't use it again because it might cause loss of memory," Bibi says, "Is he going to be okay?" 'Tara asked, "he will be fine but It might take longer time than before, he will be fine" Bibi replied,