Avatar Marines Novels & Stories

Large wolves in paramilitary gear come tumbling out, tripling our numbers. From the front of the lead van is a powerfully strong alpha with deeply tan skin and a scruffy face. Standing next to him is a beautiful blonde woman. her hair tied back in a braid wearing military fatigues. They were both ready to fight, but who? "Alpha Davis," Mariana takes a step forward. "I'm surprised to see you here." Taking a step forward, he holds out his hand. "Alpha Silvers," he grins flashing sharp, white teeth. "We're here to join your little party if you'll have us."

“Individually, each pack has strength. But unity? That’s their weakness. They’re not ready for a war they don’t see coming.” Kavian, always the quietest, simply added, “They’re vulnerable.” Armon listened, impassive, while his officers scribbled detailed notes. The flickering light caught on the edges of his armor, making him look more statue than man—a war god frozen in contemplation. Then his tone shifted, darker. “And the Phoenix wolf? Any mention?” The chamber fell into a moment of quiet. Arman shook his head. “Nothing. No name. No whispers. Not even rumor.”

Fûcked By The New Neighbour (2) Mara took a beer for herself and sat down. “Vaughn, I see you have a Marine Corps tattoo on your upper arm. Is that your only tattoo?” “Mara, I’ve always thought that if you have a Marine tattoo, that’s all you need. I did my twenty years and loved every minute of it. Then I took retirement, and now I’m loving every minute of that too. I just do whatever the fúck I want.”

He decided to camp on the peak of a rock mountain and wait for others to arrive. While Creed was waiting, a group of 67 people were closing in on the direction of Murky Valley that was just next to the Rock Valley but at a comparatively lower altitude. Some of them were on foot but many of them were on their mounts. All of them were holding weapons as well as shields. Some of them were even wearing armors. Rather than the hunting party, the huge Crowd was looking more like soldiers of the medieval army. These armors and weapons they had were all Glitch's Soul-Armas. Except for their medieval appearance these Soul Armas were in no way inferior that human customized battle suits. In fact, the

"Look, if 'Marcus' is too much for you, flyboy, Mark works.” “I already know a Mark.” Jim skirted over a hard patch of the canyon bottom, picking up Johansen’s trail on the other side. “And you said you were a Marine. Isn’t ‘Semper Fi’ their motto?” Jogging to catch up again, Marcus pulled alongside Jim. “Yes, it’s one of the Marine mottos. And there’s no other Mark around just now, so do me a favor and either call me that or call me by my—.”

Maria said, clinging unto the drapes. "If you put that way, yes" I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Like this is the only club in Miami. He isn't even supposed to be in a bar" I scoffed. "He's a muslim, i'm a muslim. We don't drink" I said as I swung away the curtains -ready to walk over there like a badass and rub it in his face what a perfect son he was. "Dele" I sprung, surprised as I tapped his shoulders. "Shit" He cursed, pushing away his drink.

Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly. Burhan came over and helped his adoptive father in one shot. At that time Burhan's expression looked so shocked by Hugo's change. The type of wolf-shifter that Hugo has is so different from other wolf-shifter. The size of the red wolf's body is also larger than most wolf-shifter. On the forehead of the red wolf, a star in a circle was drawn. When Hugo growled, his mouth and muzzle dripped with disgusting saliva, like the image of a werewolf version of the human belief, which in Indonesia is called Aul. Burhan gulped his own saliva as he stared into the red eyes of the Cursed. “What is that creature?” Burha

Adam said as he got up. "He wants someone to give him space so he could concentrate on his work, he wants someone who won't show off her body to the public because he wants her for himself on his bed and he won't be someone like you.. he hates attention and you're too beautiful to be ignored, Ivory." Adam left after that. "He will come here.. I will make sure of that." I said it too myself. I got up and walked back into the mansion to find Marie. I caught the sight of her and she looked mad. I quickly walked to her.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

But a Marine, young, trained and seasoned in combat, diplomacy, weapons, and tactics. Data streams on the screen, with pictures of an Arabian man. He wears a blaring yellow Agbada, which closes with golden buttons on his left side and golden, runic trimmings. Calum Beauchamp: Ali Batam, a perfect specimen. He ogles over the man's cool, dark features and lustrous onyx eyes in each picture. Halo chuckles under his breath, and Calum shakes his head with a sigh. Calum Beauchamp: