The Bee Sting Book Review Novels & Stories

Wet, sticky but sweet, they squatted on the ground of sticky nectars and waited for the plan’s next phase. The bees’ ability to communicate through their antennas are highly commendable, not too long since the winged creatures, crossbows in their right hand, came flying rapidly towards them. The common little bees were swept trough the air as the creatures’ wings flapped so fast that it cannot be seen by the naked eyes. “You. Humans. Get. Out. How?” asked one of the bees who came swarming at us. There are ten of them, who came at us with their gazes express with such hostility. Getting anxious, Christian stepped backwards and grabbed Alex’s hands, seeking comfort. Alex understood their situa

Burned to ash. But they kept coming. Dozens. Maybe more. They didn’t care about casualties. They were hunting. And we were cornered. I launched myself into the pack, claws slicing through necks, fangs snapping jaws. The taste of rotten blood filled my mouth. One grabbed my hind leg—I spun and ripped its face off. Aaron was spinning like a storm behind me—hands glowing with sigils and fire. He slammed one fist into the ground, and sharp black spikes rose like teeth from the soil, impaling three attackers at once.

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“Well, no. He had me stir the pot a little while when he left the kitchen for a few minutes. Why do you ask?” Barry blew out a gush of air between his lips and ran his fingers through his hair. “Because the stew is burned and nearly impossible to eat.” “Burned?” she gasped. “The pot burned?” She shook her head. “It wasn’t burning while I was stirring it.” He came toward the bed, shaking his head. “The pot itself didn’t start on fire, but if you don’t stir the stew correctly, it sticks to the pot and burns. Have you eaten?”