Avenger In Infinity War Novels & Stories

But this is the tradition you will never be told stronger if you won't pass this forest. ___________ KEZTOR_elder "Walter" power_THUNDER FINO: VENOM GUALTIERO: GRAVITY MAI: WATER NARKISSA: NUMBNESS and TELEPORT NUNZIO: VOICE ORAZIO: SNIPER "Warg grandson, that was the list of all your clan allies. Are you sure about this" "I was born ready grandpa this is what I've been training for right? So what are you asking me like that?"

Letharia’s POV ______________ I was surprised at what I had awoken to. Aven stood in front of the mirror, looking at his bandages. He sighed, then cupped his hands in front of the mirror, then silently cried. He started to breathe heavily. He then shook his head and wiped the few tears he had shed. I covered my face with the sheets so that he wouldn’t see me looking at him. He grabbed a white button-up then put on some black dress pants and dress shoes. He gelled his hair back; then, he looked over in my direction. “I saw your pupils sticking out of the blanket,” he tugged the sheets off, then in one move, I thought he would kiss me, but he whispered in my ear, “I need you to kill him.” “Who

“Get out the way, boy.” “No,” Victor says simply, evenly. “I’m not yours to command. I’m the Black Wolf. Pull that trigger if you must, but I’m not moving.” Ariadne grabs Victor’s arms, tears streaming down her face. “Victor, please, don’t-” The gun goes off, and patrons scream, ducking for cover. Ariadne can’t function for a few seconds, grabbing onto Victor, trying to pull him out of the way, panic running through her system like wildfire.

by the universe. Avery Vane-Thorne stood in the "Infinite-Quiet," her "Gold-Vanguard" aura now a "Stable-White-Fire" that didn't need a "Lattice" to burn. She was no longer a "Substitute-Bride" or a "Sovereign-Queen." She was "Frequency." She looked into the "Zero," and she didn't see "Debt" or "Equity." She saw "Potential-Energy" waiting for a "Sync."

"There is a war coming and the Alpha does not seem to see it even though it's clear for even the blind to see. No offense and no disrespect intended. I am a werewolf by birth and I want to fight the vampires. Not for myself." I paused and held Gwen's hand, looking into her eyes with pure affection. "Not for my mate." She smiled back and squeezed my hand. "But for all werewolves in general," I continued. "The were-panthers need us. They are our supernatural brethren from time immemorial and have proven it several times." I ended my statement with a deep breath and a steely gaze towards the Beta. A slight breeze was the only thing heard. After what seemed like an eternity, he cleared his throa

As I turn to walk towards where the weapons are kept, I wink at Ella who is looking at me with fear and trepidation written all over her, hoping that would be enough to assure her that everything will be okay. Her eyes widen with hope and her lips curve into a shaky smile. Even though I am angry with them, I feel my resolve melting slowly. This team– family that we have somehow built would have undoubtedly fallen apart if all of them had not gone the extra mile to get my attention. We kept our spectators on their feet from the moment we started the fight till the end. Ivar gave it his all but I held back. I have to. I'm the reincarnation of Thor after all. Even though I had to be careful so

The enemy pressed in harder. For every rogue I cut down, two more seemed to appear. My arms burned, my lungs screamed, but I refused to fall. And then, over the clash of steel; a new war cry split the air. “Alpha Aaron!” the Moonshadow warriors yelled. Aaron burst through the gate with his warriors, cutting through the enemy ranks like a storm. His sudden arrival turned the tide. Within minutes, the rogues were dead, some of them ran away. Their bodies litter the courtyard.

I reply as I get to the door. Oh, thank the Goddesses above. She responds. I cut the mind link as I put my thumb on the scanner and the door clicks open, I slip inside before I close the door and bolt it. Juniper’s breathing is coming in short, shallow pants and I know she’s on the verge of having a panic attack. I make my way through the living area and down to the underground bunker where the rest of the pack who aren’t warriors and who can’t shift are. I find a quiet corner and sit on the ground, holding her in my lap.

A woman who looked like her mother, sobbing with blood in her mouth. A version of Damon, pale and cruel. A boy she once saved as a child—now twisted and snarling. Ronan stepped up beside her, blade drawn. “This is no ordinary war,” he muttered. Maddox narrowed his eyes. “They’re using our memories.” “They’re using us,” Kellan growled. “They’re using her,” Damon finished. Ava didn’t speak. Her gaze locked on the figure emerging at the center of the army. Clad in violet armor, black veil trailing behind her like wings—

Greg threw at him. "You see why I didn't want to talk about it? Look at people I call my friends, they can't even stand by me when I need them the most! Excuse me, I'm going first!" Tyler stalled away. He didn't mind his friends who were still looking at him as if he just peed on his pants and got into his car, then sped off. He won't go home, a long drive to clear his head is all he needed. *** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots.