Virgil Hawkins Static Shock Novels & Stories

The night was warm but her skin was hot and bothered as she reminded about the imprint that had happened unexpectedly between her and Zack. “Hey, Sam! I haven’t seen you around a lot. Are you still working in town, masquerading yourself as human?” asked a warrior named Hunter Wolcott. He was the younger brother of the Sigma of Shadow Pack—a vagabond who excluded himself from the pack to serve in the army, Kane Wolcott.

She took out a gun and aimed it at his head. She was about to pull the trigger when a flash of purple whizzed past her and she doubled over to the ground. "Violet!" the scarlet speedster spoke as the other speedster was then standing next to him and helping him up. Violet and Crimson—the two speedsters that Carol had identified back at Carter•Labs and it turned out that the speedster killer had caught up to them. "I'm guessing the plutonium's safe since we are all still standing?" said Crimson to Violet.

“A doll, clothes—anything with her DNA.” Silence. Then—“The doll. It might have her hair.” We said it together. “The mausoleum.” “Let’s go.” We tore down the street, blasting through cemetery gates. The mausoleum wasn’t far, but it felt like miles. William didn’t even wait for the car to stop. He smashed at the display over the urn. The glass held. He ran back for something heavier. I grabbed his gun. “You’re an idiot, William Hawkins!” I shouted—and fired.

Vincent was silent, looking at Emma, who was trying to convince him. "Don't you want to go back to being the human you used to be? Don't you miss your old life?" Vincent was stunned to hear such a question. What does he miss about his old life? Meanwhile, Anderson Silva was standing in his office. He was receiving a report regarding preparations for the launch of the vampire virus biological weapon. Apart from that, there will be a group of mercenaries who are the best vampires. Humans who want to survive must buy antivirus from Horus Tech. The company would be rich, and Anderson would control everything.

I looked back at the pathetic human clinging to life on the ground and saw him looking at us, curious as to what his friend’s fate held. I licked the blood from my hand that was left from the first victim, who was still bleeding out against the wall, and I summoned my minion, Hex, who would tap into his wendigo form and eat his friends. I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground.

It was the synchronized clattering of thousands of mummified claws against the frozen earth, layered with a low, wet, gargling shriek that echoed off the mountainsides. Down in the courtyard, Silas Vane didn't wait to be overwhelmed. He became the center of the hurricane. He lunged into the breach, his massive steel broadsword a blinding silver blur in the orange light of the pitch-fires. He wasn't aiming for kill-strokes; he was aiming for maximum kinetic kinetic trauma. Every horizontal swing of his massive blade hit the front line of the Husks like a physical avalanche. The collision was visceral and horrific. Rotten limbs flew through the night air. The flat of Silas’s blade crushed skul

The high-frequency shriek felt like liquid glass being poured into Elena’s ears. She was on the floor, her fingernails clawing at the stone, her silver aura flickering like a dying candle in a storm. Every time she tried to reach for the code, the mountain’s containment field slapped her down, a brutal reminder that she was in a cage built by the man she had loved. Silas Vance stepped over the threshold, the neural-spike in his hand glowing with a lethal, ultraviolet light. He didn't look like a father; he looked like a collector reclaiming a lost prize.

"Then take it." I slammed the live wire into Silas’s chest. The surge of electricity threw us both back. Silas hit the floor, his body convulsing as the machine groaned in protest. "Jack! Get down!" Ronan’s voice boomed through the hall. I dove for the floor just as the stabilizer exploded, sending shards of glass and silver flying in every direction. The green light vanished. The humming stopped. I scrambled to my feet, rushing to Victor’s side. He was breathing, but barely.

While he works to toss her aside, I swipe his legs from under him, but unlike Nathan, I grab his leg and slam my body into his knee, dislocating it. “Don’t fuck with my mate,” I growl quietly at him before punching him in the face and breaking his nose. Nathan is just getting to his feet and I put the full force of my power behind the upper cut, hearing his chin bone snap as he falls over backward, unconscious. I look at Olivia and Camila who are crying and holding their broken body parts and make sure that Aaron, Nathan, and Markus are truly unconscious before I turn to Silas. I get in a battle-ready stance. “Now, let’s see what you’ve got,” I say to him.

I needed Silas to see that I was okay and that he could stop what he was doing. By the time I finally felt my eyelids moving, I could sense a shift in Silas’s demeanor. Where he had been radiating desperate energy earlier, he was now radiating shock and even fear. "Get the others out of here." He hissed as his hands began to tremble against me. "NOW!" Shit, what was this? What was happening? "Sir," Clifford tried, but was cut off by Silas' warning growl. "GO!" Instantly, the air around us grew deadly still, and an aura of bloodlust began to push against my skin. Oh goddess, Silas was succumbing to the darkness!