Agents Of Shield Grant Ward Novels & Stories

Well, to some degree at least. “Shieldmaster,” said one of the technicians, “we’ve got a gondola incoming. Four person, privacy filtered. Armored. Currently waiting at the gates.” “Hail and request auth codes,” replied the Shieldmaster. The tech tapped a number of controls on his terminal, waited a few moments, then spoke again. “Just received,” he said. “Level 2, Designation SR.” The Shieldmaster groaned slightly when he heard the designation. “SR you say?” he replied. “Well that’s just gods-damned great, isn’t it? Let them in, and have a ground team give them a warm welcome. Offer VIP escort, otherwise give space. Lots of it.”

“Killer-Wolves Elite was formerly known as Wardogs. I trained them all myself. We have helped this country fend off terrorists and also served as secret police to capture die-hard criminals. I own KWE and every day I am on the street battling criminals, and terrorists and even going on peacekeeping missions in uncharted territories. Yet what do I get in return? Betrayal. The very people I was trying to save were the same people who were sleeping with my wife. What did the government do when I charged the matter to court? Nothing. They simply said it's an agreement between the man and the woman. Do not blame me for what I am doing for I know every male watching me right now will do the same,

and because “Mr. Grant wants to make sure I stay safe.” Nobody questioned that either. They really should have. Mr. D will be thrilled. The men sent to guard me fall to the ground around me like discarded toys and I step forward to enter the outer gate key. 30 men wearing masks and wearing armor stamped with the Grant Group logo march through the door holding assault riffles. This time the armor isn’t fake–they were taken from a container ship delayed between Singapore and San Francisco that will be reported “missing” in about 24 hours.

The moment they were done, Beta Keith, Gamma Gabriel and Dr Kimberly took their leave. We watched Ingrid make some calls, and I was worried. The sun was setting, and we had left Gwen at home all day. We needed them to be going already. To my surprise, a truck arrived at the scene and two agents alighted from the truck. They came with bags, and something told me they weren't leaving. "Agent Thomas Ratched and Agent Gyle Simpson," Ingrid called out, walking to them. She shook them individually and brought them to us. "Meet Alpha Mason Mathlaw and Alpha Marcus Reinfeld. They are in charge of the werewolf community," she said, introducing us and the Agents took turns to shake our hands.

His hand moved, and a stone shield rose from the ground, protecting me from the hooded figures. I could see that the triplets were not just any wolves; they were truly powerful. The shield was so solid, so powerful, that I felt nothing could penetrate it. It wasn't magic; it was physical power, a power that made me feel he was a force of nature. “Stay behind me, Elara,” Aiden whispered firmly. “Don't let them touch you.”

When I was still in my fathers pack, I overheard in one of their top meetings talking about a ruthless and powerful enemy of theirs, alpha Damon, and how he is a big threat to the entire werewolf world. But now, what I am hearing is completely different from what I have known. But he didn’t give me the chance to ask him, He pointed towards the different banners on the wall. “The Sword Unit: they're the biggest and known strongest unit in the pack. They’re the front-liners in every battle.” “The Shield Unit: they use shields to fight, but I will warn you don't underestimate any of them. They are called the guardians of the pack. And are defensive combatants.

The entire team had gathered at the heart of the building after hearing the figure's sudden words, some armed agents were all alert as well, all waiting for Whyte's orders to be executed "What's the alarm about?" Whyte asked while the lady in charged of the operating Tech had her hands fastened on the computer as she typed some buttons A few seconds passed and the large screen flickered while a video popped on the screen almost immediately, inside the screen stood a young figure on a yellow golden armour while he took down agents with a big Aura on his body

Because for the first time— Alaric was no longer trying to hide what he was. The shadows behind him stretched impossibly large across the forest floor. Antler-like horns curved upward from darkness while dozens of silver eyes flickered open and shut within the storm surrounding him. Not illusion. Not glamour. Truth. The Warden Beast lunged again. Alaric caught it by the throat one-handed. The impact shook the mountain. Chains rattled beneath the beast’s bark-covered flesh as it snarled and twisted violently in his grip. Those terrible pale eyes blinked rapidly toward Eleanor again.

"Incoming! Heavily armed squad converging on the Supervisor's office! They aren't normal troops!" The glass wall of the office suddenly shattered inward. A figure stepped through the falling shards. It was a woman in sleek, silver-plated combat armor. She carried no rifle, only a pair of short, vibranium blades that hummed with a lethal frequency. Half of her face was obscured by a tactical visor, but the half that was visible was cold and beautiful. Behind her stood four elite Shadow Guards. "Prince Tristan," the woman said smoothly, her dual blades spinning into a ready stance. "Her Grace sends her regards. I am Commander Sylas. And your audit is over."

"The child in your womb deserves the best protection." "But..." "No buts." A long silence followed. Then, Lyra's choked voice. "Thank you, Caden. Thank you for always protecting me. I don't know what I'd do without you." "I promised I would never let anyone hurt you." I couldn't listen anymore. I shoved the office door open. The two of them sprang apart. Lyra was on the sofa, clutching a glowing green gem. Caden stood beside her, his face a mask of panic and alarm.