Avatar Marines Novels & Stories

The night vision goggles made her eyes glow an eerie green. 2. **Marco** - Damien's lieutenant dual-wielded SIG Sauer MPXs, his movements precise as he cleared the corners. The ceramic plates in his vest were rated to stop .308 rounds at point-blank range. 3. **The Asset** - A 6'7" brute in full riot gear that made him look like a futuristic knight. The helmet came off to reveal Damien, his storm-gray eyes burning with barely contained fury. Arthur was already moving, his sedation-resistant body dragging toward the emergency exit. Blood streamed from his broken nose, painting his teeth crimson when he laughed. "You brought my granddaughter to a gunfight?" His voice was a grotesque parody of

"Just say what you came for and leave! I've seen your disgusting face for too long." "I tried to reason with the higher-ups, but they refused to budge," he says, sliding an envelope towards me. I open it to find an invitation to the annual mating ceremony, which is held every year for those who have found their mates and for those still searching. I haven't announced Candy as my mate yet, so I'm still considered mate-less. I let out a sigh. "I'll be there," I tell him. He opens the door and nearly collides with my maid, who never knocks.

The first Alpha to arrive was Alpha Jasper of the Devotion Pack. His security came in first, assessing the situation. Jasper surely would be able to deal with threats, but in a vulnerable position like this one, it would not be ideal. So I give up my name and why I’m here before the Alpha of Devotion wanders in. Walking in, mate beside him, Jasper seems immediately at ease with the situation. His smile is warm, as if to melt whoever comes victim to it. I find myself flustering over my pracided greeting. He’s just so...Pretty.

NOTHING is ever more important than Ara. That is the thing Ara learned after being discharged from the J Hospital. For whatever reason her parents were convinced that staying with Van is better for her health and safety. Van, short for Vanluke, literally never left her alone even when she’s taking a private bath in a private property mansion somewhere in Luzon near no neighborhood in the middle of a mountain. When she got there something tells her that she’s been there before but recollection of solid memories. Van is incredibly wealthy to have a security team patrolling the corners of his mansion. But more importantly, even if Van does have to leave her side for a brief hour of shower, he’d

Calum asks gleefully, enjoying his momentary victory while Marvel is distracted. "Pretty girls..." Okay. That's enough. I implore the females to dress in more than just their shirts and underwear. Vivian is going to kill me. “This little Valentine clone must be his son?” Quinn asks. “That he is. His name is Marvel.” “Cute,” she coos as Marvel pushes Calum away, then walks over to us. Calum, unfazed, turns and starts running for a couple of the warriors that usually fake spar with him when I bring him to work with me. Marvel smooths down his shirt as he saunters over.

Marilyn realized that she needed to give Ava more information if she wanted her to understand. "Marine spirits are beings that exist between the human world and the afterlife," Marilyn explained. "They have powers that can heal and restore life. Your hair is proof of your marine spirit heritage and your silver eyes are a sign of your incredible abilities." Marilyn's excitement is palpable as she continues to explain to Ava. "Marine spirits are often feared and misunderstood, but they are actually quite benevolent creatures. They are guardians of the dead and can sometimes even bring them back to life. Your powers could potentially save Keith's life."

He drained the thermal energy from the hull, creating localized vacuum seals with his hands and knees. He crawled up the side of the Cruiser like a spider made of ice. They crested the rail and tumbled onto the deck of the Iron Will. They were immediately spotted. "Boarders!" a trooper yelled. "Mid-deck!" A squad of ten Imperial Marines charged, laser rifles raised. Vane drew his cutlass and pistol. "Here we go!" "Save your bullets," Tristan said. He stood up. He was glowing. The energy from the shield was too much to contain. It was leaking from his eyes, his mouth. He looked like a god of starlight.

Marcus Vale, my old guardian, stepped through a dimensional portal wearing impossible armor made of crystallized memories. "Marcus?" I gasped. "But you are mortal. You cannot travel dimensions." "Was mortal," he corrected. "Until Luna's mother offered me a choice. Stay mortal and safe, or transform into something that could help when you needed it most." He gestured to the portal behind him. "I brought friends." Through the opening came an army that defied description. Not just warriors, but concepts given form. Justice, Mercy, Courage, Hope—abstract forces that had chosen to manifest as defenders.

Jake said. “Fuck, now I can unclench my butthole,” Weasel said. K-9, Viking, and Rebel burst out laughing next to Jake as he shook his head. “There’s something really wrong with him,” Jake said. Omen climbed onto a table and raised his beer in the air. “Listen up, everyone. If you want to own it, patch it, otherwise Wrath’s going to fuck it!” More laughter erupted around the room, and Jake’s shoulders shook as he laughed. Hands clapped his shoulders and back and before he knew it, things had returned to normal.