Enemy Stand Users Novels & Stories

Lance aka Doc doctor for club. Ezra aka Patch EMT for club. Victor Aka Navy best at boats watercraft. Warren Aka Chopper best at air craft. Anthony Aka Edge best at knives. Jaime aka Data best at tech/ IT. Walter aka Hacker tech geek. Corey aka Jammer tech geek. Joel aka Gamer best at games planning attacks.

To the one who had walked into my place as if he was the owner and I was a tenant who owed him money. Thanks to the work I had my key people on, everyone who mattered knew this creature's face. No one had confronted him and his crew. His guards. And that had been good; for my guys. Ralis’ men had semi-automatic weapons under their jackets. The kind that was backed by licenses. They had not flashed them, but they let them be seen. And they moved in a clean formation: Two at the front, two at the back, one at the head, their client in the middle.

Poor Elijah stood there shocked his eyes wide as saucers, his eyes looking downwards, towards his hand probably wondering what he ever did to deserve this. Eira looked at the tall man and wondered how could someone could be so tall and break things like this. Elijah came to his senses after the initial shock as he rubbed the back of his neck clearly embarrassed and smiling sheepishly says "Oops?" ____________________________________________________________________ Sorin walked inside his room his hoodie pulled down so that it covered his face entirely leaving only his jaw exposed. Firmly shutting the door, he discarded his hoodie, his upper body now exposed. He took on the mask that he wore

"She’s liquidating." We look out at the room. Our "Liberated"—the cult members who followed us—aren't cowering. They are picking up chairs. They are breaking bottles. Leo is wrapping a microphone cord around his fist like brass knuckles. "They're going to get slaughtered," Alex says. "Negative," Echo’s voice cuts into our earbuds. It’s not just Echo. It’s Unity, too. The voices are layered, harmonic. "The network is active. 2.8 million users are online. They are watching the livestream. They are... angry."

For a moment, she wondered if Kaelithar was joking—but nothing about the situation was funny. Steve clenched his fists. He knew there was no avoiding a fight. Adrian didn’t seem to grasp—or perhaps didn’t care about—the gravity of the situation. Steve’s Kareth was stronger in detection; he could sense energy from farther away, and it was clear to him now. Among the men approaching, there were Kareth users. They were holding back. The weaker ones were being sent in first—to distract, to overwhelm, to create chaos first. The stronger ones were waiting behind as if when it’s the right moment they’d just step in and grab what they needed.

He was in his prime, and I had absolutely no interest in ever fighting with him. I didn't think even Ray could have taken him, and Ray was one of the most natural fighters I'd ever met. He was trying to teach me to be the same way, and it was going alright. He told me that there were three types of werewolves: those that were born natural fighters, those that never learned to fight, and those that became natural fighters. Ray was the first type. I just hoped that if I couldn't be the first, I could be the third. Ray was hopeful about my fighting abilities though, so I wasn't too worried.

He felt their killing intent and at first, he thought that they were his competitors in business. But, for them to suddenly disappear on the spot and reappear in another spot, Raeyan realized that these people must be from Elhasa. And they are their enemies – the space ability users! Fortunately, Raeyan has fast reflexes and he could find his enemies’ weak spots so even if he was outnumbered and he isn’t familiar with this style of fighting these people, he still managed to avoid them and escaped.

Certainly nothing like the Silverback, but it allowed him to hold his own in a fight. “Oh, and by the way,” he continued, “they’ve got the same EWar potential as we do. So if we can see them, you can be sure they can see us. And I don’t doubt, even for a second, that they’ve been tuned up to an optimal degree.” “Sounds like they’ve got a great support team behind them,” said Silvermoon. “Doubt they’re better than ours,” countered Big Dorf. “I mean, we’ve got the literal best in the biz.”

He had read the report and now that the anti-power user bullet had some effect on Zhu Wushang people. And he knew that the Roman Empire had the Anti-power user battalion at the ready. Even if Zhu WUshang can decimate one or two regiments, he knew that Zhu Wushang was one man, and the energy of one man has a limit, and if the Roman saw that they send the power user to fight in this war. They’ll definitely start to send their power users to the war against them too.

I looked at my Omega, it was after midnight. “Go get in the shower. I’ll get rid of these assholes.” Maggie wasn’t happy but she slunk off to hide. I opened the door, stark naked, and told the guys to fuck off. “Hey fuck you, McMahon! I outrank you!” “Yeah,” I retorted. “By three days!” At this point, the light came on in the manager’s office and a few guest doors opened, heads peeking out. “Guys, let’s not get kicked out on our first night, huh?” I was trying to be the voice of reason.