Deku Gamma Suit Novels & Stories

"I'm aiming at the planet." I gripped the controls, the iridescent blue Origin-Code surging from Leo through my deck and directly into the retrofitted turrets mounted on the nose of our sinking iron coffin. "Dax! Get clear of the vent!" I screamed over the comms. Out in the crushing dark, Dax didn't have the strength to walk. The gravity-wave from the Singularity-Staff was physically tearing his carbon-fiber suit apart. But he didn't need to walk. He hit the manual release on his magnetic boots, allowing the localized current of the deep sea to violently sweep him backward, sliding across the black-iron grating away from the towering deep-sea warlord.

I asked him as I played with the condensation on my water glass, remembering the word he’d used earlier to describe himself. He tilted his head to the side and thought for a moment. “The gamma is the luna’s beta,” he said. I raised one brow at him. “Right. Uh, the beta is the second in command to the alpha. Reid will be Wesley’s beta. So the gamma is the same, but for the luna. Basically, I’m whatever you need me to be. Some gammas act as a bodyguard for the luna if the luna isn’t a fighter or a warrior. Others just help them do their tasks around the pack. Some do both.”

"It would be my pleasure." "It may be worth having Josh use some of his calming nature on her when we try to inform her of everything" Ingrid said. The Gamma was directly attached to the Luna. It was the Gamma who could calm her in instances of danger so that she could be protected, but it also worked on the other pack members as well, so putting him in charge of Kari's Safety was a perfect solution."

(Inside the sun, vimpire realm) Natty POV "Your Highness, we have done everything, but we failed to bring back the surviving Gamma," Keal explained, making me frown. "She is in the Crimson Colony Pack, and it was hard to get her. Even when we kidnapped her, she was rescued by one of the Alpha princes. He killed our men, and I managed to hide away from him."

The guards grab my arms, pulling me away as I scream my lungs out, "Nicholas, please come talk to me!" "Let her go, "a low, deep voice commands. The guards oblige instantly, and I abruptly turn to face my savior. He's tall, about two meters high, and very good-looking. He's pretty muscular, but not as much as the warrior at my estate. He wears a pair of black shorts. His hair is arranged in neat cornrow braids. "Gamma," the guards bow deeply. However, the Gamma's green eyes are on me; his neck tilts slightly as though wanting to say something, but he doesn't. He continues to observe me,

but it was close. ​Maya donned the Aegis-Gold suit, which generated a localized "Plasma-Shield." Kaelen took the Iron-Anchor rig, a massive exoskeleton that magnified his strength tenfold. Ren became the Signal-Ghost, his suit designed to jam the Lunar frequencies that had once crushed his mind. ​"We’re not shifters anymore," Kaelen said, the mechanical visor sliding over his face. "We’re the 'Iron-Pack'." ​The Launch of the Icarus

Through the rain-slicked side door, the silhouette of **Platform Alpha-9** rose out of the ocean like an industrial leviathan—a towering steel fortress surrounded by wild waves, its high-voltage conduits humming with stolen green luminescence. Inside the pressurized cabin, Isabella tightened the straps of her tactical combat vest over a dark, thermal Kevlar suit. Her dark hair was braided tightly against her head, her hazel eyes reflecting the icy, unshakeable brilliance of a queen stepping onto a battlefield. A pair of massive, gloved hands settled over her shoulders.

We all took our own spots in the yard; I tried to keep my distance from my father, but I could feel his eyes were on me. Sebastian stood in the front, and he looked so powerful and fierce in comparison to everyone else. He worked shirtless, as did most of the alphas. I wore a plain tank top and tight yoga pants; Sebastian told me it was better to wear something I could easily move in. The gamma men wore their armor, and the gamma women wore tight clothing that revealed most of their bodies; leaving no mystery what lay underneath.

Smoke from the fires burns the back of my throat. Karl's body lies on the funeral pyre, unlit but swathed in the traditional burial fabric of the Silvercrest pack. The moon is high in the sky and the pack's crest is hand stitched onto every surface of the cloth, gleaming in outlines of gold and silver. Karl was a Gamma, and rising so far up the warrior rank means that this honor is conferred upon him in death.

I sulked as I walked away with a toss of my dark copper hair. I could see our friends celebrating the victory over a bonfire built on the sprawling pack house premises. There was our Beta, Stavros, and Leandros, our Gamma with his twin, Alexandrios, who was the only doctor in our pack. These were our close friends who had fled with us that fateful night, sticking together through thick and thin for the last twenty years. I noticed how happy they looked tonight but I couldn’t share the feeling with them!