Avengers Of Steel の小説・ストーリー

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

“But… what kind of surgery are you about to have?” “It’s a little hard to explain. You know Colonel Rhodey in the Avengers, right?” “The other Iron Man? Oh, what was his name again?” “Yes. War Machine. You remember when he got injured in Civil War?” Kate’s eyes light up. “Oh right! After that, he was wearing those high-tech leg braces designed by Tony Stark.” “Exactly. Except I won’t have any leg or arm braces. It’ll still be me. My own limbs, the bones inside my skin etc.”

And etched into the surface was a single red rune that pulsed with a heartbeat rhythm. Thump. Thump. The monocle over Valerius’s eye whirred frantically as it scanned the object. Valerius went pale. "That signature," he whispered. "That’s... that’s impossible. That’s Alpha-Class Aether-Steel. The Emperor’s personal reserve." "It is," Tristan lied smoothly. "Or rather, it was. My foundry in the Shattered Isles has reverse-engineered the molecular bonding process." He leaned forward. "I can mass-produce this, Valerius. Armor that deflects plasma. Hulls that cannot be breached. And I am looking for a distributor on the mainland."

“You are unmatched in combat. I hereby refuse your challenge. Please do not make any further mess of this museum.” I smirked. “You will fight me,” I said. “But today is not the day.” “The way you fight,” Magnus said, curiously peering at me. “It is unlike anything I have ever seen.” “It is to be expected.” Elektra said. “He is of the House of Stone, a breed of special warriors who have devoted their lives to violence.” “Understand this, Magnus Steel,” I said as I walked away. “If you truly want to take over, you better come with the spirit of a warrior.”

The strange husky voice said. "Who are you?" I ask, gaining a little bit of my composure back. The gigantic jet-black wolf appeared out of the shadows behind the trees. I remembered him from the forest where I met Leo. He stalked towards me slowly, but then sat down right in front of me. "Hello, my little dancer, my name is Steel. I am here to protect you.” ---

“From this moment forward, the Steel Vipers acknowledge Ashley as our chief strategist, our liaison, and the architect of our expansion.” Ace leaned close, whispering, “You are so damn hot when you are shocked.” Cole nodded vigorously. “You deserve this.” Jax didn’t speak. His steady presence alone said everything. The allies stepped forward one by one. Cortez extended his hand. “The Reavers stand with you.” Vera placed a hand over her chest. “The Valkyries acknowledge you.” Other leaders followed. One after another. A line of recognition… for her. And Ashley — the girl who once broke down in a dead car on an empty highway — stood in the center of a room filled with powerhouses… being honore

Knives walked over, placing himself in a way, where Liam could see him, and he began taunting both men, while Steel continued working. Seeing them work together was almost fun. They were an amazing team, with Knives doing all the talking while Steel followed his lead. I knew that there was more going on inside of Knives’s head than he let on most of the time and despite him being a clueless moron sometimes, he was a good guy… Steel wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was kind and loyal to a fault, and I was glad that he had someone like Cracker in his life. Someone who wouldn’t abuse that kindness or loyalty, so I didn’t have to worry about him in the future.

Her triple-lens visor was pushed back over her hair, her gray eyes wide with a manic business-driven heat. "The barrier is holding at one hundred percent efficiency, Your Majesty!" she panted, dropping her gear onto a stone trestle. "The forge-masters are calling the alloy 'Sovereign Steel.' It’s drinking the emerald ley lines. Spitting out a localized gravitational anchor that’s making the upper valley entirely frictionless to external sensors.. That’s not why I came up."

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."