Cod Black Ops 3 Giant Novels & Stories

The chaotic spell Oliver cast over me this morning has been temporarily broken by the familiar reality of death. "Clear," Saint's voice crackles in my ear. "Clear," Dom echoes. "All targets neutralized," I confirm over the comms, wiping a small splatter of blood off the sleeve of my jacket. "Tariq. Bring the van. You have a mess to clean up." "Copy that, boss," Tariq replies brightly. "Rolling in now." I look down at the ruined corpse of the giant at my feet. I came out here to patch the code.

“He isn’t there, he told me to tell you that…wanna keep me company instead? The other guys are in my room…we’re gonna play, wanna join my team?” Quinn wanted to say no, considering the fact that she still wasn’t fond of the game or the controls associated with it, but she nodded her head instead. “Sure…I’ll probably only contribute to you losing though.” “I’m aware of that, big sis…especially since Frederick will also be playing. That goof uses a G3…I hate him.” “Uh…what’s a G3?” “A sniper weapon…mostly used at a far range. I believe it’s best you try it. For a more upgraded armor, I’ll log you in on my old account. I have a lot of upgraded weapons too.”

“Stay here. I’ve got you.” The door slammed as Gunner, Tyler, Jax, Tora, and half the compound scrambled outside — spreading into the clearing, scanning the trees, the air charged with energy. But there was nothing. No wolves. No movement. Just wind. Gunner turned in a slow circle, brows drawn. “That was Koa. I know it.” Back in the quiet of the room, Tabby stirred, eyes fluttering open again. Chelsea looked up. “They didn’t find anything—”

Grey pulled a gun, not the one with regular bullets, but with silver. He fired three times. Kade went down, he was hit on the chest, shoulder and leg.

The Flash grenade goes off as we entered the Boss Room, A Single Alpha Minotaur stands in the middle of the room carrying a large crude stone ax, with a towering height of 3 meters and a robust muscular body, certainly, the Alpha Minotaur stood at the league of its own despite being a Threat Level 3 Monster. Still due to the surprised attack, instead of the normal troupe where it's going to bellow in anger, instead the Alpha Minotaur was screaming in agony and confusion as to the sudden overwhelming flash from the Flash grenade temporarily turn it blind.

Cyrus chuckled, "I was overseas, Iraq, you know the war on terror. Anyway, we were in the middle of a hot zone when a group of things called Ghuls I Beanban appeared." "What are those?" "Flesh-eating undead, or something like it," Cyrus shook his head, "Thank the god's Boomer brought his flamethrower that day. The Taliban didn't stand a chance the Ghul tore them apart. It was the first time I uncorked the bottle," He raised the phylactery, "Giichi appeared, and the Ghuls knew what it was. They tried to run. The bastards didn't get far." Warren found it hard to keep his eyes open, and he forced himself to stay awake. "So, how should we take down the forest giant?"

says grandmother offhandedly. I stare at the woman in bewilderment. You probably think my grandmother is just a sweet, over-protective old lady, and to that, I laugh. Grandma Viridis is more infamously known by the codename Oculus, so named because she enjoyed killing people by gouging out their eyes and keeping them as a memento before she retired. She’s 78 and stands at 5’6” with shoulder-length pure white voluminous hair that she keeps combed to the side. Her skin is still a medium olive tone with slight liver spots around the edges of her face, with the harsh signs of age creating jowls along the edges of her mouth. Her eyes are a deep dark, brown, almost as dark as her soul with perfect

He stared at the tattoo riddled brute for a while,then he said, “It’s a good thing that the DEA took down my competition, but in doing so, they also arrested my connect which has placed me in an impasse. However, I will not let this set back prevent me from maximizing the opportunity to fill the vacuum left by the Bloods. All I see at the moment is an opportunity to make more money, as there is more demand than supply at the moment, which means that customers will pay anything just to have a fix.” “You’re right boss. Our corner boys reported to me that they had twice as much buyers earlier today. The only problem is that we’re running low on product. We need to restock.”

"If it locks its jaws around the lower promenades, it’s going to drag the entire city down into the fault line!" "Ghost! Hit it with everything!" Dax bellowed, bracing himself against a cracked marble pillar on the flooded lower deck as the water surged around his boots. Up in the penthouse, I didn't hesitate. "Leo! Maximum output!" The Code-Born kids screamed, pushing a blinding wave of sapphire Origin-Code into the Ark's mainframe. The fifty heavy exterior turrets swiveled in unison, locking onto the colossal beast. They fired. A concentrated barrage of iridescent blue sub-ether beams slammed into the Leviathan's broadside.

he says to the guard with his usual tone. "Sir! I am sorry, I can't open the gates for any of them! Order from the General sir!" he says standing at alert. Bellman stares at the guard for a few seconds, his head almost increasing in size and asks for his name. "Tony sir! Tony Woods sir!" "Hmmmm well Samuel, I guess you can run along and go tell the good general that a certain Tony woods is threatening to destroy the city by refusing to let in our source of survival."