Thrax X Ozzy Novels & Stories

We were in the middle of laughing when suddenly a loud crash tore through the store. The front doors slammed open so hard they rattled the entire entrance. Instantly, Xeros's scent flooded the entire area. I could tell it was him from his scent and my body's subconscious reaction to his presence. My heart raced. "Cassie!" Xeros' voice boomed through the store. Every head whipped his way. Demetria froze beside me, color draining from her face. Xeros looked… murderous as he stalked through the passage way. His eyes, usually brown, were nearly glowing—hard and unforgiving as they locked onto Demetria like she was a threat.

Thrax said in a breezy, pained voice. “Fun isn’t it?” Kahn asked and held the bottle to his mouth. “Maybe we can do it again some time.” As soon as Thrax was semi-restored, but not yet back to his full power, I crouched in front of him and cut his wrist open with a silver knife, before cutting into my own arm. I pushed our bleeding appendages together, our blood mingling, and muttered the ancient incantation while we bled on the charm I placed on the floor.

“Girl, you are the typical example of confessing without being pressed.” Standing up, Tyr suddenly became deadly serious and said, “Although we are not obliged to help Maddox Village go against Dark Occult, Xanthus is our friend. He is in great trouble now. We should go over and help him no matter what, right, Xyris?” “You are right!” Xyris sprung up excitedly. Just as she got to her feet, she felt her behaviour was a bit impulsive, so she hurriedly added, “Boss, you have the final say in the matter.”

Thane hit the wall, his grip on the sword slipping. Xandros crossed the room in two steps and grabbed Thane by the throat, lifting him off the ground. "You will not deny me," Xandros growled. His fangs glinted as he leaned closer, sinking his teeth into Thane’s neck. Thane gasped, his body tensing as the pain shot through him. His hands clawed at Xandros’s arm, but the creature's grip was too powerful. He felt his strength draining, his vision blurring. He felt himself slowly

The crater was a jagged throat of obsidian, a vertical graveyard where the ghost of the Spire still lingered in the ozone. Below us, the Zenith craft descended like a falling star, its sleek hull disappearing into the subterranean shadows of Sub-Level 13. I stood at the edge, the black glass shard in my hand vibrating with a terrifying, rhythmic hum. It felt cold—colder than the mountain ice—because it didn't just hold data. It held the end of Xander Thorne.

“But why does it have a fishy smell? I almost vomited when swallowing it.” “I tasted it too.” Morgott spat a few times. “It’s disgusting. I’m mysophobic. This is simply an insult. Compensate me.” Hearing their words, Xanthakos was enraged. “How dare you…” Before he could finish, he saw a ray of black-white-amethyst-gold light flash by, sweeping away Marius, Yianni, and Harper. Then, James’ voice sounded. “Alright, Xanthakos. Don’t use such aggressive methods to avoid the bet. We both have statuses. We must be upright when beaten and admit defeat when we lose.”

The kind of tension anyone would burn instantly if they come closer and closer'. "Bloody hell! Why do you look like that?" Dionysus exclaimed after seeing Zoey walk inside their room drenched in dripping water right after he had finished buttoning up his suit. He gulped and averted his eyes because he could definitely see Zoey's brassiere and a little bit of her cleavage through her wet shirt. Suddenly, Dionysus felt thirsty, very, very thirsty.

She fumbled with her keys, looking over her shoulder twice before she got inside. I lowered the binoculars. The cold feeling was gone. Replaced by a warm, sure feeling. "Did Dante handle it?" Silas asked from the front. "Cleanly. He broke the guy's arm. Sent the message." "The Morellis won't like one of their guys getting hurt." "They'll like it even less if I destroy their whole business over a girl they don't even know," I said, my voice calm. "Send a bottle of whiskey to Marco Morelli. Tell him sorry my worker was too eager and thought his man was a threat to my property.

Luckily, he was determined and stood firm swiftly. Xander was right. Ossiumol-100 was far purer and thus more potent. The side effects were more dreadful as well, verging on being barely tolerable. If someone were in the room with Zayn, they would have been frightened by his current state. Zayn was flushed red and looked terrifying as his muscles twitched as if there were mice scurrying inside. With a low growl gurgling in his throat, his immense strength was reflected in how he had twisted the stainless steel rail along the staircase into braids.

Lyra whispered, her sapphire eyes bright with a soul-shattering clarity. She reached out with her senses, and for the first time in the "Prequel," she smelled it. It wasn't the musky scent of a wolf pack. It was the scent of "Sterile Ozone." The deal with the Mirror had "Bleached" the biology of the Thorne line, turning the leads and the healers into "Maintenance Units."