Agents Of Shield Grant Ward Novels & Stories

I was on the verge of tears as I pleaded, feeling Ate Raine comfortingly rub my shoulder. Lieutenant Trinidad looked at me gently and placed a reassuring hand on my head. "I will help you, Raegan. We will find a way to save and protect your friend, okay? I will get another officer to assist me with her situation. Don't worry, he is my best friend and completely trustworthy. We will make sure this reaches higher authorities," he promised. Relieved, I broke down in tears again, thanking him repeatedly.

The dim glow of their screens illuminated their faces, their fingers flying over keyboards as they fed us real-time updates through our Bluetooth devices. “Heat signatures confirm at least two dozen men inside,” Cyber’s voice crackled in my ear. “More might be deeper in. No sign of Layson or the child yet, but we are tracking.” I nodded, my grip tightening around my firearm as I surveyed the agents standing with me. I had already distributed them into teams, forming a perimeter around the warehouse. Lee was leading another group, positioned on the opposite end. “All clear,” Cyber’s voice confirmed after a few minutes.

The Black Citadel. Command Center. One Hour Later. Sebastian didn’t stay in the medical bay. Despite the protests of the chief medical officer, he had ripped the IV line from his arm, thrown on a fresh black tactical shirt, and marched straight into the war room. The shattered silver mask was gone for good. He wore his scars openly now, and somehow, it made him look even more terrifying, projecting the aura of a king who had walked through hell and conquered it. Harper walked right beside him, her hand resting comfortably in his. She was dressed in her dark combat fatigues, her blonde hair pulled back tightly. She was no longer just the billionaire's wife; she was the Vanguard's co-pilot, th

Vance repeated, the word sounding like a prayer. But as they began to lead the group toward the elevators, a group of high-level Council guards, the "Gold Cloaks," appeared at the entrance. Unlike the young Enforcers in the lobby, these men were loyal to the Elders’ bank accounts. They raised their weapons, their eyes cold. "No one leaves Sub-Level 9 without authorization," the lead guard barked. Rowan stepped in front of the rescued captives; his silver stars flared with a blinding intensity. "I am the Shield of the Vale," he roared. "And I am the only authorization you need. Step aside, or join the Elders in the dirt."

"You not gonna scare anyone today boney…MINA!…" Before he started to influence others with his [Intimidation's] Skills, I ran towards him, as i got close enough, i swing my swords at him, cutting through his left bonny arm clean, interrupting his menacing aura and actions. "UUAARRRRGGHHH!!…[SHEILD BASH!!]….."(Mina) Holding the 60kg Riot Shield in front of her, Mina comes blasting like a rocket, colliding directly towards the warden torso, his suit of armor caved in. I can hear a cracking sound as he falls down on his back.

He was kneeling on the floor. "Yes, Alpha Holden. Priest and all the wardens… were torn apart by the prisoners. According to the survivors who escaped, Ms. Grant shifted into a wolf and tore her way out of the encirclement before leaving. Her power was so immense that she even ripped the silver cuffs off her wrists." Holden leaped to his feet. The force of his movement bent the armrests of his chair. He remembered that day when Anria had calmly told him that he'd regret it.

Making my way along the long line of kennel-like structures, there’s not a single shifter left with the strength to howl loud enough for Chief Marcus to hear all the way at his lavish office. Last time we saw a free shifter within the barrier is over a week ago. Noah, our second in command and younger brother to Chief Marcus, shot it down. The female wolf in her mid-fifties was almost as skinny as the ones we have in holding right here. I doubt she would’ve been howling at the moon had she survived.

Blocking his attack. "Free the prisoners!" My voice echoed. "I'll hold him!" The team scattered. Opening cells. Leading wolves out. Moving fast. The warden's compulsion pushed harder. Not subtle. Just raw force. Trying to crush my shield through sheer power. I pushed back. Fed by the bond. By Kael's strength. By desperate need to protect. We were matched. Equal. Neither winning. Neither losing. Just locked in stalemate. Then Mira recovered. Her gift joined mine. Two empaths. Two shields. Double the defense.

she stops to looking at me bewildered. “I don’t pay attention to Lore.” I respond. She laughs at me. Even when she laughs, she is intimidating. I want so badly to allow myself to be impressed by her, but I hold it back. She has to have some ulterior motive. “You are a werewolf. You ARE lore.” she taps me in the forehead with her finger and then sighs. “Guardians are an elite group of people who are trained to be the best in every respect. We are the ultimate weapon and gift.”