Avenger Timeline Novels & Stories

Mikial added to the list. “Let’s begin a timeline of events,” Yuri suggested. “Maybe if we can all see it as the events occurred, we can figure this out.” Gathering up everything they had, everyone moved to Yuri’s office and began setting up the timeline going back eighteen years. They had an area with an easel. Barshan set a large poster board up on it. Then Roman put the photo of Timothy Flynn next to the photo of Cullen Brandt.

My anger flared up within me and I caught sienna and Cameron looking at me, both afraid of what I might actually do if I let my anger take over. "I guess he wasn't going to tell you anytime sooner. I mean, he's been running his drug organization for over 40 years right now and you still don't know? Damn, I should give him an award for the best liar and father of the year." She kept glaring at me and I smirked. I signaled to Toby immediately and he step forward towards her side while shoving an iPad in her face with the ugly pictures of drake in it doing his dirty work. I watched her expression turned into anger and then confusion and then denial and then her face completely went blank. I was

Twelve hours until the Vanguard regrouped for another attack. Six months until the Remnant Fleet arrived with answers—or more questions. And in his arms, a dying alien diplomat who called him the key to ending a ten-thousand-year war. Jack Miller, the cage fighter who became an Alpha, the Alpha who became a billionaire, the billionaire who awakened a cosmic bloodline, realized that his journey was only beginning. The stars were watching. And humanity's reckoning had arrived.

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

In my world, I don't get to sleep with my both eyes closed. Not after I had witnessed betrayal firsthand as a small boy of six. The memory never fades. My father, Alpha Ronin, once hailed as the fiercest and wisest Alpha in the NightWalker lineage, knelt with a silver dagger buried in his heart. His best friend and Beta stood over him, blood dripping from his blade and from his lies with a triumphant smirk tugging on his lips. I hide behind that pillar in father's chamber and saw everything. I screamed, cried, ran to the Elders. They didn’t believe me. Not even my own mother.

Something about it didn’t sit right. But I had no time for games, my Luna and child’s life is in danger and I will eliminate all dangers. “Let’s move,” I barked, leading the alphas and warriors toward the awaiting chariots. The moon above glowed coldly as we set off, our mission clear; wipe out the enemy pack and make them pay for every drop of blood spilled. AURORA I stirred, my eyelids fluttering open as the soft glow of sunlight filtered into the room. My gaze swept across the familiar space before the memory hit me like a wave; the arrow.

Weapons she had never seen nor heard of. "What's the time?" He asked her. She pulled out her phone. "forty minutes past eight." "Wrong. What's the time, Sandra?" "Twenty minutes to nine?" Anthony's groan filled the room. "What time is it?" She looked at him, blankly. "It's revenge time,baby"

**Countdown to the Endgame** 72 Hours Until Project Revenant Activation – En Route to Geneva, Switzerland The private jet hummed softly as it cut through the night sky. Below them, the world remained blissfully unaware of the silent war that was about to decide its future. Ayesha sat near the window, her thoughts a storm she couldn’t quiet. Titan was gone. Moreau and Kade were defeated. And yet? A new war had already begun. She turned to Zayn, seated across from her, his face unreadable.

I dream of nothing so when my computer starts to beep, I’m pulled from sleep and feeling refreshed. I scramble from the bare bed so quickly that my knife clatters to the floor. I need to answer my computer before it disconnects or I’ll be in a world of pain. I ignore my t-shirt; I know who is calling and he’s seen me in worse states of dress than this. I manage to find my computer at the bottom of my bag; I flip it open and press the answer button just as the call starts to disconnect. A loading bar appears on the small screen so I drop my bare ass onto the worn flooring and cross my legs, while I wait for the video to start up, I uncurl my hair from the bun and brush it out with my fingers.

"You work until your hands bleed, and you jump into live crude oil like you’re made of titanium. You're a human being, Vance. Mine. And if you freeze out there, your father's network stays dark forever. Do you understand me?" ​Vivian looked up into his fierce, territorial gaze. For two breathless seconds, the cold calculation in her blue eyes met the chaotic, protective fire in his. A small, almost imperceptible shift occurred in her chest—a sudden, sharp reminder of the past timeline, where this same man had gone into the black water to pull her lifeless body out. ​"The network won't stay dark," Vivian murmured, her voice losing a fraction of its administrative chill, her fingers tracing th