Avengers Of Steel Novels & Stories

"But they are coming for a world that is no longer prey. You are the Shield! You are the Architect! Stand your ground!" On the ground, the war began before the first star could blink. Nevan stood at the head of the "Iron Vanguard"—a legion of human soldiers I had spent three years training in the shadows. They didn't have high-tech exoskeletons. They had armor forged from the scrap of the old world, etched with Leo’s silver-wire runes. They carried blades that hummed with the "Quiet." The sky above Moscow tore open.

The two armies fought each other in a The Moon-steel faced its first test when it suffered total destruction. The Council Elite used the cameras to swing a heavy silver battleaxe at Dante's head. Dante stayed where he was. He raised his dark sword to stop the incoming strike. The Moon-steel stopped the axe from hitting its target while it broke the silver weapon into twelve separate fragments. Dante used his spin to thrust his hilt toward the guard's chest which sent the guard flying into the rubble.

Then Aaron's voice, controlled as ever; "Yes. I did." _ I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. The past few days has been somewhat quiet. Calm rather. The whispers lived. Yes. But the trouble, it wasn't there. It didn't leave, but it layed low. And for Bruce... He was learning. To be fast, vigilant, smart. It wasn't all about violence. It shouldn't be. The A gang kept their distance. They watched. But they never made a move.

Delilah mutters abruptly, the only thing Avery could do was nod and ask, "What was his reason ?" Delilah slowly took a sip, Avery immediately took hold of her hand to prevent her from chugging down another sip. "He claimed he wanted to learn how to please me." Delilah's grip on the wine glass tightened. The glass instantly cracked and crumbled peircing through Delilah's palm. Avery gasped holding on to Delilah who was in tears. "Did he ever think of a possibility of it ever getting leaked." Delilah screamed, more like a shriek.

I trained my body for years, cultivated my mind, and above all, hardened my heart not to feel any compassion for Alexander Will Bennett. My name is Ava Smith, I'm twenty-four years old, and I hold a degree in economics. I speak five languages: French, English, Spanish, German, and Italian. Tall, with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles on my face, I possess striking beauty. I am powerful, dangerous, and can have any man I desire eating out of my hand.

“But they’re also fiercely independent. The Winter’s Claw pack doesn’t rely on anyone but themselves, and they expect the same from others. If you can prove your strength to them, they’ll stand by your side. But if they see any sign of weakness, they won’t hesitate to cut ties.” Theo paused, his finger tracing the outline of the African continent on the map. "In Africa, there is a pack unlike any other," he began, his voice carrying a tone of deep respect. "The Obsidian Claw pack, nestled within the dense jungles of the Congo. They're a fierce and ancient pack, led by Alpha Jengo and his Luna, Nia. The pack's territory is vast, spanning across treacherous terrain where only the strongest sur

“What sort of things?” “Horrible things,” I answered. “All of my worst nightmares manifested. I did and said things I wasn’t proud of. It took Kenzie, my aunt Evelyn, my great-aunt Penelope, and the town doctor to fix me. Think of the worse drug you’ve ever done and multiply it by a thousand.” “Damn, dude, that had to have been rough,” Blue said. “I’m telling you this because you need to know what you’re getting yourself into—what the Steel Lycans could face when going up against the Raze.”

the computer voice droned. Four silver soldiers slid out from a nearby building. They didn’t walk—they rolled, fast, on wheels built into their feet. Their glass faces caught the starlight. “I’ve got them!” Raven shouted, leaping forward. Her arms, laced with gold wires, moved faster than thought. She didn’t stab—she just pressed a hand to the first soldier’s chest. The silver armor melted away, spilling off like water. Underneath was a guy in a t-shirt, blinking in shock.

Baraka asked, his voice a tight whisper. "He's using the steel," she sobbed, clutching Baraka’s wrist with surprising, desperate strength. "He has dozens of Class-5 metallurgical Actives down there, melting down the frigates and the cargo ships. They aren't building trucks, Baraka. They are building armor. Heavy, kinetic-resistant armor for the entire Vanguard." She swallowed hard, her eyes rolling back slightly as the blood loss took its toll. "He’s building an army of iron. And he's marching them to the mountain."

Is there ever freedom? The sound of engines drags me back to the present. Headlights cut through darkness. Cameo and I exchange a look. Finally. Two SUVs pull up in front of us. My men immediately tighten formation. Weapons raised and ready. Doors swing open. Men in black ski masks climb out. Guns in hand. Silent and disciplined. I study them, carefully. “Olympus?” One of them asks. I arch a brow. “What’s it to you?” My hand rests against my gun.