Agents Of Shield Grant Ward Novels & Stories

But when she spoke, her voice carried across the gathering. "I didn't know Thomas well. I taught him for three hours. He questioned my age, my authority, and my skills. And then he created his first shield, and his whole face changed. Like he'd discovered something he didn't know was missing." Luna's voice wavered. "Thomas died protecting his family. His shield gave them time to escape. His choice saved lives. That matters. That's worth honoring." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small silver shield badge, its surface etched with protective wards.

I didn’t care much about my own pain, but I kept looking at Drax, expecting him to shift very soon. I didn’t care anymore. I actually wanted him to shift, so he could deal with those fucking rogues. Sadly, he didn’t. He just grunted, trying his best to subvert the pain. “That’ll teach you to learn not to talk anyhow to boss’s girlfriend.” They added as they continued hitting us. “Enough!” Ryker, who stood at the entrance, ordered them. “We want them alive for the bargain.” “Chad, guard the cave. Keep an eye on them.” He told one of them. Then he turned around, and the rest of them followed him.

He could reduce other weres to quivering messes just by staring at them, with the present exceptions of Clyde Pritchard and Travis McNeil. Shmira realized how powerful of a friend the former must be, and how great of a catch as an employee in the latter. Both members of the Tribunal had brought retinues of bodyguards with them which, combined with Alessandra's group as well as Shane's household and security detail, made the farm a very crowded place.

The only difference was that the alarm wouldn't go off. The second thing that happened was that a guard strolled by, right on time. Dumb ass. Asher thought as he spun silently, popped the guy full of sedative and held him immobile for five seconds. He dropped the dead weight not too gently onto the patio and rolled him out of sight next to the planter. There wasn't any sound. He touched his earpiece twice. Three more individual clicks followed. "Red two, go" a soft voice came again. James Wardwell, Asher's best sniper, sat up high in a tree, out of range of the action. He kept an eye on everything happening. Only an idiot walked into hell without an angel watching for trouble.

“They’re saying the Guardians should stay neutral, that by helping the Black Widow Pack, we’re taking sides in their war.” “Who the fuck do they think they are?” Shannon’s voice rose, her composure finally cracking as rage poured through. She threw the parchment onto the table with such force that my empty teacup rattled. “We’re Guardians! We’re not related to their petty territorial disputes, but we damn well see who’s in the right and who’s in the wrong. We judge what’s white and what’s black. That’s what we do—we’re the judges here, not them!”

A guard passed through the frame. “Pause,” Antonio said. The image froze. The man was mid-step, head slightly bowed, cap pulled low. “That’s Elias Ward,” Antonio continued. “Transferred here two months ago. Clean record. Excellent recommendations.” Gabrielle’s eyes narrowed. “One of the new guards.” “Yes. One of mine,” Antonio added quietly. He swiped again. The footage resumed,then jumped forward. Now the same man stood near the garage access panel. He scanned the corridor once, then pulled something from his pocket and slotted it into the system.

“That’s what I thought.” Before Aaron could ask what he had against the British, he saw Ward come out of the meeting house, along with the other twenty or so leaders. Seeing Aaron, he waved and began to make his way over. “Ward is only half English,” he whispered to Christian, who nodded, and Aaron thought he might back away to avoid half of Ward, but he didn’t. “I have our instructions,” Ward said, a small scrap of paper in his hand. “We have two other Guardians and three Hunters on our team that we need to locate.” He was looking around, as if he might know what they looked like.

Aurora was trembling under Elliott’s hands but she wasn’t rocking the entire bed like Christian was. As soon as Dr. Morrow got the first shot in Shane’s arm, the Guardian pulled back violently, shrieking and shoving the doctor across the room. Luckily, Jamie was able to move fast enough to catch the other physician, but Shane was sitting up with an ugly scowl on his face, as if he’d lost his mind and turned into the Incredible Hulk. Cadence charged him from behind and threw her arms around his waist as he started to get up. She was able to pull him back to the bed, but it took Aaron pushing him from the other side to keep him in place. “And this is just after one shot,” the Guardian Leader m

I pulled my consciousness back, opening my eyes to the ashen, ruined landscape of the northern camp. I let go of the glowing blue chain. It didn't fall. It hovered perfectly taut, suspended by the immense, opposing gravities of the liquid mantle below and the biological grid above. I stood up, my legs shaking. Kael was standing near the edge of the ledge, looking down at his healed hands. The Vanguard wolf had survived a thermal overload that should have turned his bones to ash. He looked up at me, his golden eyes blazing with the new frequency. "I don't feel like a shield anymore, Jace," Kael rumbled, rolling his massive shoulders. "I feel like a spear."

The house worker asks me. "Look, I'm Alpha Grants Mate, and I just need to talk with Alpha Waters." "You said you were meeting with the Luna," the guard traps me and grabs my arm, ready to drag me away. "I'm Alpha Grants Mate. I'm not lying," I counter firmly, not willing to give up. "I'm the Luna of the Grant Pack, now let go of me!" "Sure you are," the Guard mutters and pulls me back. A robust and familiar voice from inside nears the door. "What is it, Wendy?"