Elusive Avengers Novels & Stories

They still have a long journey ahead of them and they need all the energy they could get. Tivona could sensed that something had happened between the two elder women but had chosen not to comment on it and had insisted from the woman who called herself ‘the Huntress’ to tell her more of the mythical creatures much to her friend’s annoyance. “What else are out there?” she asked curiously as she latched onto the elder’s arm before they all gathered under the makeshift roof they had made from leaves, twigs and a couple length of twine from the Huntress.

One of the males in the team, the one that had spoken first asked. “I just want to know for future sake, I’d rather not have my head cut off for unintentionally annoying you.” I had been speaking to Gavrael through our mind link and since the others weren’t privy to that discussion, it had only seemed like I had snubbed the male’s question so I responded to him. “To answer your question, I haven’t seen what the attacker or attackers looked like. I only know that they’re called the dead ones and I’m sure you’ve already picked up their stench by now.” I said simply.

“We find the others. Amara, Roman, Logan. They’re the pieces he used. We pull them out, his plan collapses.” He nodded. “I’ll send high-ranking warriors tonight.” “Quietly,” I said. “No noise, no trails,” I reminded him. He smirked faintly, “You taught me stealth, remember?” I almost smiled. “Just bring them back alive.” Days passed. Each dawn, I waited for news. Each dusk, but nothing. On the fourth morning Ellias stormed into my office, frustrated. “I don't know how they hide themselves, Alpha Aarhea. No camps, no scent, no messengers. It’s like they vanished.”

When he releases the arrow, yellow smoke fills the entire area and behind that smoke is the meaning of retreating. I didn't notice that Elon was already in front of me, still confused. I know he was going to ask why I initiated the retreat when we are close to victory, we can capture everyone so I know what is he thinking. “They don't know what they are doing. They are our people, Elon”, I smiled at him bitterly. It is making me angry and at the same time dejected. I really want to know who made them turn into hideous monsters. Ahira is different, she can control herself unlike these people and I don't know why.

He simply… observed. The suite hummed around them, lights dimming slightly as the storm clouds outside reflected off the glass walls. Every sensor, every pixel, every algorithm had already processed what just occurred. And yet, the most unpredictable variable in his system was still there: Elara Vance. The one glitch he couldn’t rewrite. The one virus he could never fully contain. She held the encrypted drive tightly, her lips pressed into a thin line. For the first time in her life, she understood exactly what it meant to be both hunted and untouchable at once.

An ice tornado swept through the Caucasus Mountains. Three members of the Phantom Squad - the World Government's most elite stealth assassination unit - lay stiffly lying behind a chunk of glacier. Their synchronized artificial heartbeats are hidden by advanced military-grade thermal camouflage cloaks. "Target one, Alpha King, has disappeared from the visual range of satellite monitoring, Captain," whispered Ghost-2 through the signal-disabling micro-radio channel behind his battle helmet.

"Squeeze the throat! March them through! Let the glass kingdom claim its prize!" The violet light died. Aelion stepped back, drawing his slender twin daggers with a fluid, resolute ring. "They are coming." A tense, breathless minute passed. Then, the heavy, rhythmic clinking of enchanted glass armor echoed into the stone throat. The Forest Elven vanguard marched into view, their shields shimmering with refracted light, their banners flying high as they charged headfirst into the center of the trap, entirely blind to the teeth waiting to snap shut above them.

Much to my horror, I can see the armor-clad outlines of rebel werewolves starting to snake through the trees. They’re not close yet, but they’re approaching rapidly. Too rapidly. “We need to mobilize,” I tell Gamma Everly lowly, keeping my gaze fixed on the rebel werewolves as they surge through the treeline. As I watch, I’m looking for two people: Elder Jet, and Ivy. But I can’t see either of them.

The background behind Elise shimmered metal, frost, a blinking server node. > Lucien: “She’s in an old Helios farm. Arctic testing facility. Code name Aletheia.” > Sera (to Ava): “Trace the uplink. Get me a GPS in ten seconds or less.” > Ava: “Already halfway there.” Elise’s face flickered fully into view. Her eyes weren’t the same. Sharper. Haunted. But alive. > Elise (on stream): “You think you’re in control. You’re not. Not until you decide what matters more preserving Amber, or freeing the world from what it could become.”

Eli shouted. Before she could react, the figure’s arm shot out, passing through her peripheral vision. The air burned where it moved, a cold, electric shock across her skin. Ava screamed, spinning around. The figure vanished. Eli grabbed her. “We have to move! It adapts to hesitation.” They sprinted across the room, dodging cables that writhed like snakes, the floor vibrating beneath their feet. Screens blinked in random sequences, flashing her face, her mom’s face, Eli’s face, all distorted, all watching.