Zion Smirk Novels & Stories

It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit. “ Yeah, it's her,” Santino voice is flat. He fixes me with a bored look. “ She must be brave if she thinks she can murder a dragon with a fork.” The rugged one laughs, and my eyes shoot back to him. He putts a large cigar to his lips, he takes a drag and the tip of glows orange as a thin plume of smock rises. He removes the cigar from his lips and puffs out some smock. The act makes him look so fucking sexy in all his muscle glory standing there.

Jian followed close behind, her sunglasses and casual demeanour masking the storm she was ready to unleash. I stopped at the table, staring directly at Susan Wenger. "Susan," I said, my tone as sharp as the slap that followed. The room gasped. "Zelda Liamson! Who do you think you are?!" Her little minion attempted to intervene, only to be dealt with swiftly by Jian. "Don’t waste my time," I said, turning my attention back to Susan. She tried to retaliate, but Jian had her pinned to the table in an instant. The sound of shattering glass punctuated the chaos as plates and cups fell to the floor.

*Swhoosh! Zamonte was struck by a flaming arrow, its searing heat piercing his shoulder. The unexpected attack threw him off balance, momentarily halting his pursuit. The sound of another arrow slicing through the air reached Zamonte's ears, and he swiftly turned to see two more projectiles hurtling towards him. Reacting on instinct, he veered away to avoid their deadly trajectory. But... *boom!* As the Drive Ammo collided with the freshly crimsoned sand beneath their feet, a deafening explosion erupted, violently propelling Zamonte away from Shaitan. Despite just receiving takedown ammo, Ifrit remained standing, defiant, as the swirling red sand enclosed him.