Avatar Marines Novels & Stories

Lev's POV When I woke up, I realized that the insignia on my chest had suddenly changed into a lion cub with a wing. I was baffled as I ran to the incubation room and saw that Ari had already broken out of the egg. It's a female, but she has a male passive form. What's more, she had a wing similar to the insignia on my chest before it disappeared.

Soon, Alpha Marcus appeared, surrounded by his pack's loud fighting chants. The Alpha of the Scarlet Valley Pack was a tall, bulky, dark-brown-haired man with blue eyes, which shimmered coldly against his tanned complexion. I scanned his shape, evaluating his strength, and quickly registered that his broader than Draven's shoulders and overgrown muscles could make him a dangerous opponent. When I saw someone from Marcus's pack waving his hand to start the fight, I took a deep breath.

He kept his neutral body language and facial expression and said “I guess it is time for some answers, and I will give them to you accompanied by a drink. I think we all need it.” Ismael left the room, leaving the girls alone. Marina tried to help Charlotte to stand up from the bed and after some efforts, Charlotte could stand up by placing her arm around Marina’s shoulders for support. Both girls left the room and took a seat at the table in the dining room area. Ismael came out from the kitchen with two glasses of water which he put at the table in front of the girls. “I am afraid this is the best we have got right now after the raid earlier today,” Ismael said while taking a seat across t

Welcome to the New World. I slammed on my brakes as cars ahead began to swerve and crash. My heart hammered against my ribs. Around me, people screamed. Some ran. Others just stared at the glowing blue screens that had appeared in front of them like holographic phones. A translucent panel hovered in my vision, lines of text scrolling rapidly. Name: Aria Kane Level: 1 Class: Pleasure Architect (Unique – Rare) Stats: Strength 5 | Agility 7 | Intelligence 12 | Charisma 15 | Endurance 8

His dark hair was sleeping on his shoulders, swaying slightly as he moved. "I told you, Benjamin, the regular werewolves don't want to be part of the war. Maybe you should try to make peace with the avians. " Michael immediately recognized Nicholas's voice. His hair was all piled up at the back, rolled into a doughnut. He looked just five years younger than he is in reality. Like humans, werewolves and avians age, but they age a hundred times slower after crossing their twenties. The both men were shirtless, exposing their chiseled chests, but the thick, hairy cloak obscured the majority of them.

“Jenna Marie is a girl with a personality, she likes to go to crowded places, likes to drink, gather, and especially she used to use banned drugs, maybe not now.” Wolfgang heard Selina's preliminary assessment of Marie and also nodded in agreement, he knew werewolves' brains were susceptible and receptive very quickly. “Yes, if you accept Marie and live with this identity, rest assured I will guide and train you to be like a human, as a real Jenna Marie.” Seeing her determined expression and desire to live like a human, Jenna Marie nodded in agreement. “Okay, I will be Jenna Marie, but there are conditions between us.” Wolfgang also happily accepted Selina's words

He smiled. "MK153 Shoulder-launched Multi-Purpose Assault Weapon. 83.5 Millimeter Rockets. 7.6 pounds. Maximum range 500 meters." I rattled the info off in one breath, tone, hard. As if schooling a poolee or a boot. I looked straight past him, remembering, wondering what it all meant. "Oorah," he said with a smile, blowing into his hands, the Marine coming out in him. I forced a smile on his behalf. He nodded in approval with a smile that told me he found comfort, someone who'd seen what he had. "What about you?"

I remain there alone for a long time, watching the only lamp that exists illuminate very little above my head, at this moment a woman enters the room, she has blood red hair, her skin is extremely white, almost transparent, her eyes are black, on the uniform she wears, a tricolor insignia makes up above her chest, a bird with open wings is what is drawn, she sits down opposite me and then begins to speak in a soft tone. ____________ Ayla Marin, Born on April 10, 2045 new age, daughter of Revans and Laura Marin, has two brothers, Luka and Bianca, sector 4, the military. - She talks about me and then I take a deep breath. ____________ It seems that everyone has decided to research my life late

I slammed hard against the metal control console, my weapon skidding away into the dark as my breath was completely knocked from my lungs. Standing over me was General Marcus Vance. He didn't look like an old man anymore. Beneath his grey military tunic, his arms were reinforced with high-grade carbon-fiber exoskeleton braces, the same technology powering the synthetic soldiers below. His eyes were cold, dead, and focused entirely on my face. "You have your father's stubbornness, Aria," Marcus said, stepping toward me with slow, heavy strides. "Arthur always thought he could reason with the storm." He reached down, grabbing my neck with his reinforced hand, lifting me completely off the floo

I turned back to my guys, yes, my guys, godsdammit, (feels super good to say that) and they were grinning. “You’re gonna have the most badass army this side of the continent,” Kael said. “Good call putting Ary in charge,” Riven added. “She’ll whip every unit into shape and have the rogues running drills before sunrise.” I let out a long breath, letting it all hit me at once. Five thousand new wolves. Holy shit right? Tarin’s fated mate. Like what!? My mates. Is this even real? An army falling into place. I have a whole ass army even? Who am I? And finally… the future was starting to feel possible.