Thrax X Ozzy Novels & Stories

He used his shoulder to nudge Tomas aside. "Maybe it's that god-awful cologne you're wearing. Smells like the inside of a bawdy house," Tomas hissed. "And don't you ever shove me like that again, or I will bite you in the face." "At least my breath doesn't smell like a zombie's asshole," Ozzy retorted. "And keep those nasty yellow fangs away from me."

I downed it in a few gulps. After a few minutes I felt dizzy and like I was drunk. I realised my gut was correct and there was something in the water. I laid my head down and before I knew it my eyes were closing. I woke up to the feeling of a heavy weight on my chest. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, the room was dark, only the moonlight shining through the window. I waited for my eyes to adjust but I struggled. I tried to move my arms to find them tied to something. I began to squirm but still felt dizzy and woozy. I felt cold, colder than before. The realisation fell over me, my clothes were gone. I tried to fight but my body was weak. I was still fighting the effects of whatever drug was

I could feel my heartbeat increasing. "Fuck!" Lorenzo cursed. "I'm out too" he said swapping swapping his rifle with his Beretta, he cocked it and sent a bullet to the head of a zed that got dangerously close to the pallet walls, with it's brain matter splattering on the pallet. The stench of decay filled the air immediately but we didn't give a damn, we're used to it anyways. "Smith try to contact Dave or Mark, Austin will cover your position" I said slapping off one of the infected that tried to climb the forklift with my gun.

He mentioned the rumors that were spreading like wildfire about a half-bodied woman with wings of a bat, killing people with jobs similar to theirs. Undeniably this statement of his struck fear in the hearts of his colleagues, most especially Cherry. As she got out of the coffee shop, she began to hallucinate about what her boss just mentioned. What if she happens to be the next victim? How would she fight that mysterious creature? She doesn't even know karate or any martial art for that matter! Oh my… Her heart started to beat faster as she goes out into the parking area. Cherry heard a flutter of wings above her as she sauntered to her car. She froze from where she is standing. Her mind is

I’m placed on the bed and I can feel him watching me, his fingers combing my hair off my face. Then he sighs quietly and I hear him move away. “I purchased some food from Drake’s Chicken Place. It was poisoned, get to the bottom of it for me.” His voice is icy as he speaks through the phone. I can’t hear what the other person is saying, but Zion is pacing now. “From what it looks like it does appear to be one of the Arkan’s own poisons, 2OX-Z1. I’m certain of it.”

He paced like a caged animal, wiping sweat from his neck with the hem of his shirt. “I had her just where I wanted her,” he went on, his voice dipping into something sickly sweet. “You should’ve seen her—shaking like a leaf. Soft skin, cold sweat. I kissed her neck and she whimpered. Little sounds. Little movements. I was gonna break her in slow, every night a little more.” “You dumbass,” Milo muttered. “You don’t get greedy when there’s heat. Timing matters.” Ozzy ignored him, eyes gleaming with the memory. “She was gonna learn. But no. No, he had to show up. That grey-eyed bastard. Thinks he can scare us? Walk in like he owns the place?”

Glass and shrapnel fell down all around her. Up in her roost, Xylo adjusted her scope and bore down on the thugs that were suppressing Eva. --- Xylo: Looks like you got yourself some fans, Freya. Freya: You mean flies? Yeah, can’t keep ‘em off me.

Chapter 73 "ASH THUNDER, IF YOU ARE MAN ENOUGH, COME AND GET HER YOURSELF!" Face-imposter bellows. Rage, like I've never known before filters through me like hot spikes, making goose pimples rise all over my body. Fear, like I've never experienced, slams into me, making sweat pool on my forehead and palms, something that has never happened to me before either. Pity, the crippling kind, wells up inside of me as I see Alicia, head bent at an unnatural angle, pain tattooed all over her face.

She fought back hard, only to be met with a vicious slap. A burning, waking ache bloomed across her face, her ears ringing uncontrollably. Ozzy's face was thick with coarse flesh. With a menacing expression, he warned, "Be good, or I'll kill you if I feel like it." With that, he began tearing her clothes apart. As soon as his hand touched her skin, a fierce kick landed hard on his side, sending him flying across the room.

“It’s Cynthia. It has to be.” “Of course it’s the Plastic Princess,” Sasha snapped, fanning a scalpel between her fingers. “Only she would use ‘Hippo’ as a primary insult. She has the creative depth of a thimble. But Zo, she’s not just a mean girl. Her father is Aris Thorne. Not only is he the head of Vane medical at St’ Jude hospital, he also runs the High Pack’s private security, Bluemoon specifically. If she has this photo, she has a hit squad.” Fear, cold and rough, sliced through me. I wasn't an Alpha anymore. I was an Omega in a rundown apartment with a sister in the hospital and a best friend who was currently looking for a "clean place to dump a torso."