Thragg Invincible Novels & Stories

She didn’t expect it perhaps. I drew closer to her, and gave her the torch. Then, I bent down a little for her to fall on my arms. She did. I lifted her with quite an amount of strength. Her weight was significant. She held the torchlight with her right hand, and her left hand was around my neck. Her left titty pressed against my chest. It was pleasantly soft. The feeling from that friction was awesome, but I didn’t allow it to interrupt my concentration. The current was turbulent, and the ground was slippery so loosing my concentration would result in something unimaginably bad.

When Long Tian appeared, the scene he saw was a young girl fearlessly charging forward to rescue a kid from getting crushed under the descending, flaming hover. "This..." It was a heart shuddering scene.

Both the armor of Invictus and the void shield of the pirate vessel were ablaze with explosions. By now Invictus had managed to get halfway beside the traitor vessel all the while pounding its shields with every gun that could shoot. "Brace for hard manoeuvres!" Price ordered. "Bow batteries, load Super-Density shells. Prepare for salvo fire on my command. Helm, main engines to idle, shift ten degrees starboard. Five degrees nose down. Bow thrusters to full reverse!"

The thugs who were blocking the entrance were kicked away before they could even react! Boom! Boom! Boom! There was the sound of crashing back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, a dozen or so people who were blocking the entrance were all brought down, and they were wailing as they rolled on the ground in pain. A path was cleared just like this. Sienna flicked the non-existent dust off her body and strode out. Wayne was dumbfounded when he saw the dozen or so thugs lying on the ground. The thug, Geary, was also dumbfounded. There was an even more excited look in his eyes, and his face was filled with the blatant desire to win!

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

Her back hit the plaster with a dull thud, and for a heartbeat, the world went still—charged, electric, like the pause before a storm. Then, the door behind me creaked too slowly to notice at first—until it suddenly burst inward, catching me off guard. The edge shoved into my back, forcing me forward against her. our bodies collided with more force than either expected—his chest pressed hard to hers, breath tangled in breath. Her gasp shot through the tension like a spark in dry grass. I froze. Not out of fear—but out of the dizzying collision of adrenaline, fury, and something else, something far more dangerous.

two fugitives bound by a ring and a dead man’s blessing. As we scrambled through the backyard, the cream lace—my wedding dress—snagged on a jagged thicket of thorns. I didn't stop. I pulled with everything I had, the sound of the fabric ripping echoing like a scream in the quiet of the old man's backyard. A long, jagged strip stayed behind, dancing on the thorns like a ghost. I didn't know why, but the sound felt like an omen. The 'legal shield' hadn't even lasted an hour before it was torn to shreds." As we hit the main road, the briefcase felt like a lead weight between us. We weren't just running for our lives anymore. We were running with the only evidence that could take the enemies dow

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.

Thunder rumbled ahead, releasing more rain which stoned against my skin in vengeance. I peeled my eyes away from my grieving friend and looked around the completely destroyed surroundings. It was a sea of black ash, with only skeletons left of what was once buildings and structures. Bodies lay in the puddles, many of them too burned to be recognizable. Some were in their wolf forms, probably trying to use the superior agility to escape the fire… but failed. Other bodies had melted into the ground, peeling back skin from teeth and bones. Trithorn was a metal mining pack. Small, but wealthy. Every pack needed their rarest, deadliest steel and weapons. Even Eldermagyn soldiers, fucking bullies

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre