Avenger Timeline Novels & Stories

“Help me…” Ivy’s fingers curled slightly at her side. But she didn’t stop. She couldn't hence she drove off. The flu wasn’t supposed to appear this early but here it was. And in her past life… There had only been five days between the outbreak of the flu... And the beginning of the apocalypse. Five days. "I hope I still have my twelve days remaining?" Ivy raised an eyebrow. {The timeline in this world is different, Host. That is why you must act faster.}

"The truth is, I fell for Faye the second I saw her! If I hadn't sent in that early college application, we never would've missed each other!" Jace smashed the crystal globe beside the bed. Along with it, the promise he'd recorded during his confession shattered too. He threw me to the floor like I weighed nothing, and I still refused to believe the boy I knew was gone. Not until my mom, right before brain surgery, was "accidentally" hit and killed by Faye—and not a single lawyer in Borevia City would take the case. Not until I died in a fire caused by a gas leak. When I opened my eyes again, I was back ten years earlier.

My colleague, Gary Thompson, kept trying to persuade me to do the dialysis, but I just smiled, took the potent painkiller from his hand, and swallowed it. As a doctor, I knew that once the snake venom spread, not even a miracle could save me. I had at most two days left. I headed to the VIP ward and pushed the door open. A glass of water came flying at me. My mother, Helena Powell, was the one who threw it. "How dare you come back?" she barked.

I ask because I really want to know. She swallows, "oh no doubt I'm starving, but this," she points the fork to the food, "it's amazing." I smile at her and continue, "there is a title that is right next to mine, but we'll come back to that," she nods and continues eating. "Next is Beta Chris, he's my second in command, he provide support and intell, like the VP of a human company. His mate is Beta Cynthia, my sister. Then there is Gamma Steve and he's mated to Leah and her title is Gamma Leah. So the Beta and Gamma work directly under me. The Gamma is like the head of our Army, he's in charge of warrior training, patrols and guards." She takes a long drink of her water and sits back.

"Alistair Vance isn't a director of a time-management empire anymore. According to the current global database, he is the ruthless leader of a massive, highly militarized private mercenary syndicate called The Vanguard Directive. He doesn't have the master grid anymore, but he remembers everything from the old timeline. And his primary assets are currently mobilizing right here in the northern division." Anaya looked up at the pale blue sky, the words of her grandfather echoing in her mind: The timeline will re-anchor itself around the survivors. Alistair hadn't been erased; he had been adapted. Stripped of his technological monopoly, his raw, naked ambition had transformed him into a global

Make him fall into our trap. That's the plan. I trust in your potential, together we will destroy him. Yes, don't doubt that. I didn't spend most of my adolescence training to ruin him just for everything to go wrong. I gave up many things because of my desire for revenge. Among them, having friends and enjoying life like any other teenager does. I couldn't have fun, go to parties, and experience many of the things that young people my age usually do. Unfortunately, after Bella's death, I was never a normal girl again. Her loss left a deep mark on my life, turning me into someone with a single purpose: seeking justice and revenge. This relentless pursuit of revenge deprived me of crucial exp

Victor growled through the mind link once more. Tania weaved the shadows. The vampires used bursts of speed to take out as many wolves as they could before leaping onto high brunches. I had lost my brother and Quade in the mix but I spotted a white wolf blanketed in purple flames easily. "We can't do this forever," I told Victor as I dodged the dripping fangs of a rogue, making to run left but dashing right a the last minute so the rogue missed my hind legs. I wasn't fighting. I was avoiding. I was surviving. I was blocking out the horror I felt from just snuffing out someone's life.

“Yes, targets have been identified. The only information that I am willing to give over the phone is that we are planning on running something similar to the operation in Geneva.” “Understood.” Something being shuffled around came from the other end of the line. “When do you need the team there?” “Within twenty-four hours.” “I have some guys here; I will orchestrate the manpower over here and will give you updates along the way.” “Murphey?” “Yes, Harlow?” “Only people that you would trust with your life. This is very important.” “Of course. Live long” “Live strong.” Harlow quoted back and then ended the call. “We have back up. We will meet up tomorrow with them and go over the plan.”

"The injuries were fatal and before he died, he said something like 'they're coming,'" The murmurs intensified. The elders seemed to panic and their eyes showed it. Elder Marcus, the calmest of them all leaned back and stroked his chin. "Where is he?" Xavier asked. "He has been buried by the guards," Quinn replied. With a sigh, he focused his gaze on everyone in the room. "Alpha, Elders, I plead with you all to look into this case. I know I mentioned it before and it was overlooked. This should not happen the second time. I'm sensing that whoever is doing this has a target. The were-panthers have been like brethren to us for more than a thousand years. They've been there when we needed this.

"She's killed people. Not in self-defense. For the organization. Are you aware you're in love with a murderer?" "I'm aware you're in my home threatening us," Dominic said calmly, "and that I have four seconds before my security locks everything down." The operative smiled. He didn't look concerned. "The timer resets every time you contact them. Every time you try to fight back, the timeline accelerates. Seventy-two hours becomes six becomes immediate." He moved toward the elevator. "You have until midnight tomorrow." "And if I refuse?" Lena asked. "Then I come back and do this properly." He stepped inside, eyes on hers. "And I won't be merciful."