Avengers Of Steel Novels & Stories

BOOOOM! The five hundred year old pure Chi energy shield shattered into smithereens in three seconds under the onslaught of Chloe Vanguard's trillion dollar capitalist capital. Hundreds of Obsidian Fang hybrids, now fully funded by Vanguard, barged in with thousands of elite troops of pure European wolves led directly by pure Alexander Sterling!

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.

Harvey said calmly, glancing at Teagan and the military behind him. “The military is trying to get themselves involved with civil affairs?” “You’d bully the civilians just to support your dear princes and young masters?” Teagan snarled. The righteous look didn’t leave his face. “Stop spouting nonsense, Harvey York!” “You should know that the Steel Arm Camp is considered one of the top nine military forces in Country H!” “My commander is Philip Steele. He is Mordu’s top God of War in the military force, the Iron Golem!” “If you go against me…you go against the Steel Arm Camp!”

he went on, sweeping his hand behind him, "are my step-sons. Jaden and Jasson." The boys stepped forward, tall and broad-shouldered, replicas of the man standing stiffly to the side of me. Same razor jawlines. Same blue eyes. Same near-slung defiance that Steel had sported like a second skin when we were stupid, crazy, and unstoppable. I noticed the way Steel's eyes scanned across them — sharp, unblinking — and the way his fingers bunched at his sides like he had just been punched in the gut. But the rest of the performance swirled in the air, thick enough to slice through.

A massive purification circle burned in silver light on the floor, flanked by towering statues of the wolfgoddess in her judgment form. My arms were spread wide, my back pressed to cold stone, and an iron collar locked into place around my throat—charged with voltage and bound to the sigils on the floor. Above me, the High Elders began chanting in the old tongue. But they didn’t know what was coming. Midnight. The north wall exploded. Smoke poured into the underground vault. Panic erupted. And through the fire came Alpha Joe. He wasn’t in uniform. No crest. No insignia. Just torn black armor, bloodied fists, and eyes like a wolf that had tasted madness.

The wind blew hard against my skin as if reminding me of the tension. The air was thick and everyone's breath could be seen with each exhale made. On one side of the field was the unified army of the werewolves and the were-panthers. It was divided in a way that the Panthers stood on one section and the wolves on the other. On the panther side was the panther king dressed in a steel armor. On the werewolves side, Theo stood in front of with Gabriella flanking his right. Quinn and I on the left.

I got to the library, where the noise came from, and pressed a discreet button under one of the shelves. The shelves gave way in two, revealing the dark hallway that led to the dungeon. I was right. Dante Alvarez was right there on the floor, battered and bloodied, being kicked around and punched viciously, by the hefty, tattooed men that were in the dungeon with him. As I approached the dungeon doors, the men mounted there came towards me, brandishing the golf clubs in their hands menacingly, and I let out a dry scoff. It wasn’t like they stood a chance against me with those…

“Try to forget. Dwelling in the past would only make it harder.” She didn’t speak as he moved closer and wrapped his arms around her. Murmuring in her ear. “I’ll always be here.” And he thought. ‘For you.’ A group of men trudged through the forest, their shoes cracking and kicking every obstacle that stood in their way to their prize. Their bags banged on their backs as they crossed through the forest, their hands tight on the weapons they carried; varying from swords to guns of various lengths and sizes. Their boots marching in perfect synchronization; as if all of them were trained in the military prior to the traversing the forest for their game.

She demanded in a stern tone. "For who anne?" (mother) He inquired, perplexed. "Fight for who, and, how did I get into a wreck?" He suddenly became aware that he couldn't move his body. "The one that is most important to you, my son. The one who has gradually begun to transform your steel heart into a beating organ." Her voice sang out to him. "I'm sorry, Anne, but I don't understand. Who, who do I have to fight for?" He became irritated.

Ravan POV: ‘How did I suddenly got so lucky to have you cuddle in my arm’ I questioned myself staring at Aisha innocent sleeping face, yesterday when I visited Roma and Julia maa in prison they both intentionally scratched my old wounds by reminding me of the day when I lost two precious people from my life Reva and David, I almost lost my strength after their memory of that particular day started dancing in front of me because that day I truly wore the cape of monster, because on that day I complete took over whole Indian Mafia by killing Thousands of rebels in my rage