Xenoblade Alvis Novels & Stories

From its belly, a familiar figure emerged, Blanche, dressed in her signature white tactical gear, silver visor gleaming. “You called, lovebird?” she said in her clipped British accent. Julian grinned through the blood. “I need a miracle.” “You always do.” She handed him a case. “The EMP you requested. You’ve got sixty seconds. Then it wipes every neural drive within range.” He ran. Back in the Hall Alma stood over ARES, panting. He bled from the corner of his mouth, but his smile had returned. “You’re stronger than I expected.” “No,” she said. “I’m just finally awake.”

“We have also commandeered one of their Mecha, an A-ranked one at that. We will certainly commandeer more as we go along.” “I’ve got a mecha we could use,” piped in Xylo. “From my old Navy Recon days. Assault-class with a sniper loadout.” Eva brightened considerably when Xylo revealed she was a pilot. It certainly sounded like she had gone through boot camp as well. “You never said you were a pilot,” she said. “Never came up before, honestly,” Xylo replied. “Not like we needed it against Nightmare and his band of fools.” “I’ve got a ‘Vette of my own,” chimed in T-Rex. “She’s totally sweet - thick armor, tons of nice guns, super lux on the inside. She’s parked next to yours; I’ll give you all

Alvis could cover up even if he had blood on his hands. Eobard was Alvis’ insurance so long as the former was alive. Only revenge could release the fury in Alvis. Alvis could not just sit around and wait. “I got to give it to you. You’re so generous.” Pleased with his remuneration, the friend stopped talking Alvis out of buying the weapon. For the right amount of money, the friend did not mind giving away his weapon. Besides, the weapon had not been registered. Even if Alvis were to use the weapon to commit the murder, there would be no trace leading back to the friend.

Dorian exclaimed cheerfully as if he was glad with my impromptu visit, but I saw the masked panic on his face. “I…I will get going then”. Alvin muttered while he left abruptly, not before giving me a tight smile. Alvin was the current Alpha of Blue falls. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was another Alpha I saw here, but it was Dorian he visited. My eyes trailed him, and I peered at Hank. He followed after him. He knew what to do. “Come in”. I heard Dorian say. “Have a seat”. I noticed his gaze on Raven, but it was devoid of any kind of surprise at her appearance with me. Was he aware of her?

“Of course you are. You have always been foolish about your desires.” She turned and disappeared into the shadows of her small quarters. I followed, my steps echoing too loudly in the cramped space. Alessia looked at me, silently begging me not to go… but I knew better than to stop. I had come so far… I wasn’t going to step back now. Moments later, she returned holding a small vial between two fingers. The liquid inside was dark, thick. Not quite black. Not quite red.

She stood proudly again and said, looking at me with her miserable appearance and thin body, "I am Jenny Anderson, daughter of Alpha Anderson from the Golden Sun Pack, and I reject you, Alpha Dragon." I smiled mockingly. Does she think that by rejecting me, I would accept her even if she were my mate? Alpha Dragon is never rejected, no matter what happens. So I shouted, "I am Alpha Dragon from the Blue Moon Pack, and I reject you, Jenny." Yes, I rejected her, but she won't go away. She will just be a whore I use for my pleasure, even if it means burning her entire pack to have her.

Altair’s sleek, matte-black sports car—a Hale Prototype—was idling where he had left it, its engine purring aggressively. They dove inside. "Strap in," Altair ordered, slamming the door. He punched the ignition. The engine snarled. At the end of the alley, three heavy, armored SUVs screeched to a halt, blocking the exit. Viper stepped out of the lead vehicle, leveling a submachine gun. "Reverse!" Nova yelled. "No," Altair said. His grey eyes were dead calm. "We go through." He floored the accelerator. The prototype didn't just accelerate; it launched. It was a missile on wheels.

A good place to lay low as well. Lian stops scouting ahead, and shoots a stare back at me, as though expecting I had a job for him. Which in fact I did. 'Come on,' I call, 'Got a thing or two for you'. SAELYNA His muscles bulge through the ropes now and then, and his claws stand out as he tries unsuccessfully to free himself. Dell catches sight of his work and to my shock, flicks her own claw across his back, eliciting a deep gash and a quick curse from him. 'Easy, Dell,' I say. She turns to me, her brows furrowed in surprise or something else along that line. 'He killed Allos, Saelyna. Probably Sera as well. And he's a ravener. I don't get what I'm being easy about'. There's a glint to her

“And floating…” Selene smirked. “And capable of outrunning a Leviathan.” Kael tightened his gloves. “I’ll speak to Solaris. They’ll give us a ship.” “Not a ship,” Alessia said. Everyone turned to her. “What then?” Kade asked. Alessia stepped off the platform. Her trinity sigil glowed faintly. “A sky-sea hybrid,” she said. “One that can fly above storms and dive below them.” Selene’s smile widened. “You want a WINGED submersible."

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.