Wheeljack X Ratchet Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jaxon tilted his head, looking confused. "Ace, or who you know as Chase was sent to alert me of my position in their plan to overthrow your reign. I will tell you now that I honestly would do nothing to betray you," Juliette explained quickly. Only pausing to take a deep breath. "Ace is from a group of Skinwalkers called the resistance." Juliette wanted patiently for Jaxon to respond. "You're not a Lycan?" He questioned, like he didn't fully believe her. Juliette grabbed his warm hands between her own.

His words sent a ripple of laughter through the men scattered around, they all directed mocking gazes towards me. I didn't mind, my gaze fixed on Vincent “I don't recall saying I was alone,” I smiled brightly. As I spoke the sounds of car engines filled the air, a convoy of cars raced into the clearing and a few dozen men came out. Their glowing eyes glared murderously around, they were all werewolves. They far outnumbered Vincent's men. My eyes warmed up as I glanced at the man standing in front—Jake Luther, assistant, friend and backup.

he grinned, and I heard his bones breaking. I rolled my eyes and cautioned him, “Don’t break anything.” It wasn’t like he could break anything, though. This space was huge and spacey, with nothing except for the glass windows. Jaxon’s wolf, Rhun, as a Beta wolf, was nearly as big as an Alpha, and it was somewhat beautiful with dark brown fur. “Ready whenever,” he taunted me through our mindlink. I snorted and cast a spell to immobilize him, but still, he could evade it.

"But you don't know how to use your teeth yet, sweetheart. Your wolf has been asleep since you were a child. If you try to fight Vance and the Red Lake horde at the same time with a half-broken seal, they will tear you apart before you can even shift." A sudden, sharp whistle cut through the dark trees from the northern bank, three short, low notes that made Xavier stiffen instantly. His head snapped toward the sound, his nostrils flaring as he caught the scent on the wind. "Jax," I muttered, my hand dropping away from his throat as the reality of the border perimeter crashed back into the space between us. "He’s calling you back to the bunker." "He’s calling both of us," Xavier corrected, h

She has been in her world since she got the message. Merigold motions for Speed and the guy to come over to us. “ Brothers I want you to meet two very special people,” Merigold says while moving her hands. What is up with that? She never talks with her hands this much. She points to Speed “ This is Speed.” then she points to the guy “ and her brother Marcos. Or as we like to call him Ratchet.” “ Speed, Ratchet you already know these two.” Merigold points to Axel and Rowdy. “

The scrunching sounds from the wheels still pivoting echoed inside the car like bones breaking, but the vehicle remained motionless, trapped at an angle that made Dale's stomach lurch. Dale groaned and rubbed the back of his neck, the whiplash making his enhanced senses spin. The others showed no sign the jolt affected them, their werewolf constitutions better equipped for sudden impacts. Juke looked behind him, his expression grim. "Jazz go and see how bad it is."

Raven recognized the faces from her surveillance photos—Diesel, the massive sergeant-at-arms with his shaved head and intimidating presence; Viper, the vice president with silver threading his dark hair and a scar bisecting one eyebrow; Ghost, the lean treasurer whose pale complexion matched his moniker; and Hawk, the road captain with Native American features and long black hair pulled back in a braid. These were dangerous men, killers all, but they moved around Jax with the easy familiarity of soldiers who'd fought together for years. Their loyalty was absolute, their bond forged in blood and shared violence. Raven wondered if she'd ever truly belong here, or if she'd always be the outside

He didn't waste a second, his eyes glazing over slightly as he immediately opened a tactical mind-link to his second-in-command, Xander, barking the absolute orders to mobilize the demolition squad and bring the heaviest ordnance they had to the coordinates. As Marcus coordinated the strike, Jax’s heavy gaze shifted downward. The Weaver was still huddled in the churned, freezing mud. The human hacker was violently trembling, his face the color of dirty snow, looking absolutely ready to soil his pants after witnessing the sheer, feral brutality of the Blackwood royals. He looked like a fragile, terrified ghost entirely out of his depth. "But first," Jax sighed, heavily rubbing a blood-stained

"That's not going to happen either. Dwight, here's how this is going to play out. You're going to take the 200,000 naira I'm willing to wire you now because I'm not in a foul mood and you're going to walk out of here and never look back. If you don't, this will be the last day you see the sun and I'm going to make sure of it. You know me, I don't bluff and you also know that my influence has no limits. And if you don't get out of here in the next five minutes, the offer is no longer on the table." Randy seemed to contemplate his options. He had seen firsthand how ruthless Jack could be and he knew just how far his reach was. But then he got mad. He was the one with the gun pointed at a girl'