Aldrich made room for the techno by letting go of his one last remaining normal Striker. He would have liked to say goodbye to the undead personally, but it was not possible here.
Fantasy · John_Doever
Valera's Dullahan smile showed. Her cheeks split apart as her smile grew from ear to ear, baring rows of sharp, bestial teeth and large, bloodsucking fangs.
Fantasy · John_Doever
lol
"The helmet would be quite useful for protecting you, my dear master," said Valera as she peered at the options. "B-but I will protect you anyway, so maybe it isn't useful after all!"
Fantasy · John_Doever
"Ah, that is true," said Valera casually. "I was no torturer, but I do know how to strike to hurt, not to kill. I can help with the torture, too!" she continued enthusiastically.
Fantasy · John_Doever
She looked around to the Strikers and Adam and Elaine. She grimaced. "I do not like the taste of lesser Undead blood, but it must do." Her eyes landed on Elaine, and she raised a black brow. She pointed her gauntleted finger at Elaine accusingly. "And who is that my master? Someone you fancy, perhaps, now that you are an Undead? May I tell you now as your most faithful knight and most loyal confidant that she is not right for you?"
Fantasy · John_Doever
"Nice to see that you still have your fighting spirit," said Aldrich. He stood up, and Valera did so as well, standing by him in stiff posture and attention as a knight would. She towered a full head over him, and it was not as if he was short. He was slightly above average height at 5'11 (~180 cm). She was just particularly tall, standing at 6'3 (~190 cm) without her armor.
Fantasy · John_Doever
And I know this: I will never, EVER let you go again." Her smile grew wider, almost impossibly wide, her large, vampiric fangs showing. "And anyone that dares to drive us apart, I will rip and tear their flesh from their bones, then I will scatter their bones to dust, and the lament of their women and cries of their children shall be music to my ears."
Fantasy · John_Doever
First Wifu Spotted 🌝 Time for some Necro~snu~snu🌚
"Of course!" said Valera. She dropped her giant cross-shield, and it thumped heavily with a metallic clang on the ground. She put a gauntleted, spiked hand to her breastplate. "We went through so many adventures together! So many trials! So many lives and deaths!"
Fantasy · John_Doever
Ghost licked his lips and stepped forwards, motioning the other three guys ahead. "Come on, guys. Hope you didn't drink enough that your dicks aren't working."
Fantasy · John_Doever
"And you, you're not bad looking. Shame you're a Dud," said the leader. "But my boys and I can be surprisingly…open minded when it comes to girls like you. If you want to come to our dorm and 'hang out', I wouldn't mind being nice to you."
Fantasy · John_Doever
Basically, unless we outright kill you, nothing will ever happen to us. Understand?"
Fantasy · John_Doever
"I don't know," said Adam. "But what I do know is if I wasn't optimistic, I would have gone insane years ago. Or maybe I am insane, and I don't know it, heh."
Fantasy · John_Doever
"Shut the fuck up back there!" came officer Fletcher's rough voice blaring through a sound system. Everyone in the car flinched except Aldrich. "My day is already down the shitter driving you worthless drains on society. I prefer my drives quiet, and if I hear one peep, one little fucking whisper, I promise that when you get to Blackwater I will make your lives more of a miserable living hell than it already is!"
Fantasy · John_Doever
"Don't touch me, you dirty, powerless, maggot," said Darius. "And from now on, you will address me only as Officer Fletcher. If you do not, you'll wish your mother never popped you out of her rank cunt."
Fantasy · John_Doever
Aldrich held up his Eye-Phone, and Darius scanned it with his own phone's camera, logging Aldrich's electronic Citizen Identification Card (CID), matching his identity to a worldwide database maintained by the Alterhuman Agency in cooperation with world governments.
Fantasy · John_Doever
maybe 90% = Born with alter organs 5% = Those who develop them by age ten 5% = Dud
Aldrich was a complete freak of nature – in the rare 5% of the world population in all the wrong ways.
Fantasy · John_Doever
Rudy looked back to see Reina was wearing a blue bikini-type swimsuit.
Urban · NoWoRRyMaN
What she did not realise was that when her bloodstained hand touched the necklace on her chest which absorbed the droplets of blood with a soft bluish glow.
Sci-fi · HopelesslyRomantic
🌚
Weird Mom
My Lewd Symbiote System
Fantasy · Perverted_Fella