Avengers Of Steel Novels & Stories

There would be more wars, more ghosts, and more roads to conquer. But we weren't afraid. Because a Thorne never wilts, and a Montague never breaks. And together? We were the Steel Phantoms. The road was ours.

“Dean, how?” “Well, I had help.” A sudden vision of Dean storming a woman’s clothing store with his ex-battalion brothers came to her. She fought back a giggle, imagining Dallas Foreman, Chris Brooker, Jim Alden and Dean all standing around, scowling at the bewildered saleswomen and discussing the merits of various dresses and blouses for her. Like Dean, they were all huge, hulking guys with muscles and tattoos and bad-ass attitudes – though every one of them was a gentle, kind man in his heart.

The blue sparks arched across Killian's skin, and he collapsed to the grass, his muscles spasming in uncontrollable agony. ​"Kill them! Kill them all!" Vane screamed toward the dark shadows of the fern groves. ​From the lush, engineered greenery, the "Iron Guard" emerged—a dozen soldiers encased in heavy, bio-mechanical armor that functioned entirely on internal combustion and hydraulics, independent of the planet's magic. They were Vane’s own perverted version of the Ghost Pack, but these were humans, driven by a cult-like zealotry and the promise of a place in Vane’s new world.

Chapter 2 Donovan stormed the Central Ward where Natasha, the mystery lady, had been placed under emergency medical surveillance in a bid to salvage her. His arrival at the ward was not without an entourage of cops who sieged the ward in their numbers and hoped to man the precinct from the roaming wolf and other intruders.

“W-well….because….” “Well. Because. You don’t know how this works” she said bluntly. “You need the training for your own good…” “What I do is more efficient than your bullets and fists. Anyone can wear a bulletproof vest and have bulletproof windows. People survive from gunshot wounds and it takes a lot of time to beat someone to death” he laid all his arguments on the table.

And the neon sign that flashed The Golden Harp in bright yellow. “What do you mean, ‘my bar’?” I asked, and he placed a gentle hand on the small of my back to urge me forward. He opened the door for me, and we were met by the happy din of a well-served patronage. It was a cozy little dive with low-hanging green glass lamps, a pool table and a couple of dart boards. The room was half full, and boasted considerably more men than women, most of whom wore the same black leather vest that Patrick wore, marking them as members of the Steel Claw. And that meant I knew most of them as well.

Every instinct within me screamed to rush to his aid. With a fierce determination, I turned to the warriors around me, my voice filled with urgency. "We have to save him! Lucien is still inside!" The pack's warriors, their faces etched with concern, followed my gaze to the inferno that once was the alpha's mansion. Without hesitation, they formed a protective circle around me, their determination matching my own. Together, we raced toward the burning building, our steps propelled by a desperate need to save our alpha's son.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

The other rogues froze in disbelief, their wicked smirks cracking for a beat before they roared, lunging at me, blades of claws flashing, set on ripping me to shreds. I didn’t have a second to freeze up. A wall of strikes and blocks cut off their advance, Steve’s crew jumping in to form a barrier around me. I spun, a rush of gratitude hitting as I caught sight of Steve, roughed up but on his feet, his stare fierce. “Fall back, Ava,” he snarled, his tone deep and lethal, no room for argument.

From there, his superiors would read it and then file it among the thousands of others. Steel belonged to a special organization. Composed of members of several world governments, the organization oversaw operatives whose main purpose was the destruction of vampires. This super-secret organization had no name. It was simply referred to as "the organization". The operatives of the organization were highly trained in the martial arts, and in techniques of espionage, computer sciences, biology, and history. There were very few of these operatives, and they almost always worked alone. A sound outside the house brought Michael from his meditation. He focused his hearing on it, straining to hear b