X Men Frenzy Novels & Stories

Aiden : what has she ever done to you? Man : she attracted me in the way that no other has ever done to me with her bump. She is used by you, still I am willing to accept her. Aiden : you bastard…. He was going to punch him when that man points his gun to calista. Man : aww how can you not remember your friend?? Making a sad pout, he spoke. Aiden : WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? FUCKER… Shouted Aiden. Man : remember your best friend from childhood. When you both started working for that mafia?

They kept us plugged, stroking our hair, telling us how good we were. Marcus kissed my forehead. “See? Even when you’re topping, you’re still our bottoms somehow. That’s never going to change.” Noah was shaking against me, whispering, “I thought I wanted to top… but I only want them inside me.” I kissed him softly. “Me too, baby.” The three men smiled above us, already hard again. “Round two in ten minutes,” Tyrone said. “This time you’re both fucking us at the same time while we choke you. And you’re going to thank us for letting you use your dicks in our fucking holes tonight.”

he said again but all he got was a buzz. "Smith, where....." a voice came live from the walkie talkie but was cut short with the buzz sound again. "Major Mark do you copy" he said into the talkie again, he's getting impatient. "I'm out" Austin said switching his SCAR riffle to his GP100 .357 revolver and put a big hole in the head of a female infected . "What's going on Smith?" I asked out of frustration. "The signal is weak" he replied trying to connect Major Mark again.

Lorenzo kept on scratching his neck in an attempt to let some air in. Alexis then realized they didn't really need to make Avery look so beat up, but hey, Lorenzo was already dying so it was worth it. Lorenzo fell onto the floor while foaming at the mouth. Alexis sat on his chair and rested her legs on his convulsing body. Alexis felt a great amount of satisfaction as Lorenzo slowly loses his life. The door opened and Milan came in. He saw Lorenzo's lifeless on the floor and gave Alexis a thumbs up. "You gotta double tap man," Milan said.

I feel like my blood has gone cold after hearing three consecutive snaps of bones coming from Frix. “Sh*t! That sounds bad!” Markan cried in horror. “XENO!!!” He stretched his arms up, a gesture that he doesn’t want me to come near them. Kelly’s sweating terribly, the neckline of her shirt is already wet and Xeno’s trying to hold down Frix he won’t roll down the pit.

Multiple sets. My stomach flipped as my already dead brain cells became overly sensitive. “Tim?” He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he yanked the blindfold off. The living room was full. Six–scratch that, seven guys, were standing in various states of undress, grinning at me like wolves who’d just spotted fresh meat. I recognized a couple instantly: Jax from the gym, all thick muscles with his terrifying dark tattoos snaking down his chest. On the left stood Rico; Tim’s loud mouthed coworker who always eye fucked me at parties and a couple of others I’d seen on Tim’s phone; hook ups I guessed.

Just worked me open roughly while we devoured each other’s mouths, sloppy and savage. Headlights swept across the path. A car slowed. Then another. People started gathering. First it was just silhouettes then it was three, then five, then more. Phones came out and voices rose. “What the fúck is this?” “Is that guy naked?” “Jesus Christ, call the cops!” Someone laughed, nervously and someone else shouted, “Fúcking disgusting!” Xander didn’t stop. If anything, the voices made him harder. He withdrew his fingers, unzipped, shoved his jeans down just enough. His côck was thick, and already leaking, pressed against my hole. One brutal thrust and he was inside.

Whatever it is, it isn't good for my medium-term health. I buy a skewer of grilled river fish from a vendor three stalls in, find a quiet corner behind a fabric merchant's display, and lean against the wall eating while the festival noise rises back to normal around me. Spirit Awakening Stage 3. Mana Seed active. I flex my right hand. The Iron Palm technique hums in the pathways there — dormant now, but present, waiting. Warm. Somewhere behind me, forty-three Crimson Phoenix Clan cultivators are being informed that someone just slapped their Young Master in the middle of a public festival, smiled about it, and walked away to eat festival food.

The male smiles at me then to Clayton. “Luna,” He says with a huge smile. Clayton shoots him a look that screams that he better behave. “Enyo, this is Trent my Beta and cousin, and this is Fran his mate” Fran the pregnant female smiles at me, but refuses to make eye contact; Strange. “Hello, nice to me you and it is just Enyo, not Luna” I say to the big goofy looking guy who has not stopped grinning. “Got it!” He says with a wink. “So what are you two up to?” He asks, looking between us, making me feel slightly out of place and uncomfortable under quite a few people's gaze, having drawn quite a crowd.

I couldn't help but be drawn to this enigmatic person, and the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround them. A primal instinct roared to life within me, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through my chest. "Mate!" my wolf snarled, the word echoing in my mind like a battle cry. As if sensing my wolf's claim, the stranger's head snapped around, their eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. A single word spilled from their lips, husky and raw: "Mate!" The moment our gazes met, reality seemed to warp and twist. My mind recoiled in horror as I took in the stranger's features—the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the chiseled physique. This couldn't be happening.