The Son Of Bigfoot 2 Novels & Stories

DIRTY AFFAIR WITH HIS IDENTICAL TWIN Chapter 82~ The huge contrast of his looks compared with tan, blonde Biggie was obvious. I was beginning to wonder if there might be some mistake when Biggie looked at us, beaming, and said, “He looks just like his mother.” I couldn’t stop the tears that trickled down as I watched Biggie bend down to meet his son at eye-level. "Is there a more appropriate place for us to talk?” The social worker turned up her nose in obvious disdain as her eyes travelled around the bar.

I wondered if it was worse than skinning him alive. I moved closer but regretted it the moment I laid my eyes on him, well, what used to be him. you couldn’t even recognise the face. Now he was just something with arms and legs. I took out my phone and dialled Elodie. “Brother,” she sounded cheerful. “Your son is a fucking monster, D monster.” Silence followed my words. “He was never trained Luke, my father never saw my son and we got rid of the serum. How can he be the Don’s monster.”

My forehead splits open, blood streaming down. At that moment, Sona opens his eyes. His golden eyes shine like torches in the darkness. He clenches his tiny fists. “Dad! Why are you hurting Mom? You said she is our queen!” Clone Sophia raises her claws toward Sona. “Dear Sona, your father is asleep now. I am your new mother. Come with me to that cave in the Himalayas.” Sona stands on the bed. A golden aura begins to radiate from his body, dimming the violet glow.

Ronin growls out, the trees around the cabin shaking with his power. That is when not only does the woods shake and quiver but the cabin behind Elijah shakes so hard. The ground causing Savvy and the other pups to grab onto each other. Holding on to each other so they don’t all fall down. Savvy opens her eyes wide as she watches her son’s body morphing. His legs elongate as his arms do the same. His snout does the same as his spine breaks and curves, elongating until her son is standing over eight feet tall. A power unlike any she has ever felt before washes over her as a purple haze engulfs her son.

Seeing that the freak opened its mouth and bit it, Zhou Tian had no time to think about it in a hurry and mashed to the freak's head. Peng! Cheep... The freak made the sound of a big mouse again. A big purple bag appeared on its head and flew out of Zhou Tian's chest. The face of the native leader changed dramatically. In his eyes, the freak was the incarnation of his ancestor, his ancestor. He quickly picked up the freak and checked its injuries. The native leader's face was full of murderous intent. Before he could give the order to kill Zhou Tian and Uncle Kong, his daughter ordered the aboriginals to tie Zhou Tian up first.

He took account of everyone present but there was no werewolf named Rejah in the church that night. "Was deception Rejah?" He asked. Deception goes by many forms. All the years Immortal might have turned him into something else. The words that came out of her mouth pushed him Into a firm denial.. "No, you are! You are Rejah, the son of Ra!" Her confirmation dawned like the setting of the sun.. To be continued.

Lucas and Scarlet arrived at the balcony of the building. The fragment of Biggy's soul was standing with his hands behind his back as he gazed at the mountains as if they were a piece of art. He was 1.9 meters in height, and the sight of him was overwhelming. Roar! Biggy had noticed Lucas and Scarlet. Consequently, he let out a roar. "Who are you guys?!" Biggy's soul fragment was a Rank 4 Zombie, and thus, he had the ability to talk.

Because he had increased in size and height. “We love you son. Go kick their butts,” she said smiling up at her son. His father shook his hard iron-like hand, “You’re quite strong now son, your mother and I will be waiting for you. When you’re done helping your friends. We expect you to come home as soon as possible. Come as soon as you can.” Tristian the Reptilian’s parents entered that portal and went home, that doorway disappeared. Now a second portal appeared. It was their portal to New York, to help rescue Willy and Wendy. And to help clamp off the Outsider’s infestation.

“A wolf. And if you can’t control it, I’ll make sure you don’t hurt anyone.” Brad grabs a heavy steel chain from a crate, the kind you’d use on a junkyard gate. It clanks as he tosses it at my feet. I stare at it, my heart slamming against my ribs. My wolf’s roaring, hating the idea of being tied down. “This is garbage,” I say, kicking the chain. “I’m not your prisoner.” “You’re my son,” Dad growls, stepping so close I can smell his aftershave—sharp, like pine needles. “And I’m not letting that wolf take you from me. Pick it up. Wrap it around your wrists. Do it.”