Avengers Age Of Galactus Novels & Stories

"Yes! Now, how do I open this hunk of metal? There are no instructions on this thing…" "Before you open it… let me give you a walkthrough. You see, This package contains two units of a consumable fluid, widely known as the 'Apollo Nectar' or most common nickname would be the 'God's blessing'." "This fluid is what made humanity delay ravages of aging, killing primitive diseases, purifying blood, and reducing any breeding carcinogenic matter inside the body while also increasing the individual lifespan by almost double." "However, this rule of double lifespan doesn't apply to everyone. If you are a hunter or person who experiences intense wear and tear to your body, then you will have only 65

The creature growled; the look in his eyes seemed threatening. “Greetings, he is my loyal aul!” Amerta exclaimed happily; so different from the cold image that Venus knew so far. “You can call him Artha if you want. I got this Gal from the Third Earth, you know? So fabulous!” Venus gripped her bloody thighs. So, this is one of the Gal's that Portal Guardians mentioned when Venus arrived on the Second Earth. A werewolf, an aul, a Javanese werewolf. Mustaka?

Kael didn't use his blade; he used his Alpha-Call, a localized shockwave of pure life-force that shattered the drones' fragile logic. The Encounter with the Ghost They reached the central chamber. In the middle of a swirling vortex of dark matter sat a withered, chrome-plated husk. It was Drax's original command throne, now fused into the Hive's nervous system. Within the throne, a holographic flicker of General Drax appeared. He looked older, his digital form fraying at the edges. "Architect," Drax's voice echoed in their minds. "You... took... your... time. The Swarm... is... hungry. It wants... the... song."

Stripped of their forward momentum and energy shielding, they were suddenly subject to the crushing gravity of Jack's planetary domain. CRUNCH. A hundred thousand alien horrors imploded simultaneously, compressed into a single, dense sphere of rotting biological matter the size of a baseball. Jack flicked his wrist, sending the hyper-dense sphere rocketing back into the swarm like a cannonball, pulverizing tens of thousands more. A deafening roar echoed through the telepathic plane. From the fissure in the Dyson Sphere emerged a Vanguard General. It was the size of a dreadnought, resembling a grotesque, multi-jawed centipede radiating dark purple lightning.