Eon Ben 10 Novels & Stories

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Then Ben opened up the system info. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name. : Ben Chase Class. : Alien cyborg level. : 2 HP. :80 Exp. :(0/400) Stats Strength :10 Agility. :10 Endurance. :10 Stamina. :10 Dexterity. :10 free stats :0 Mutation control level : 1 Mutation energy. :(100/100) Mod energy. :(10

I wondered “Hello class I’m Ben,I will be your Artificial Intelligence Guide.” The image said. “There are two the human Ben and what we call a Hologram Bot Ben. The actual Ben is unfortunately building security software that will act as a holobot shield for the GOH agency of all the nine provinces in South Africa. The hologram bot or HBot in simple terms has already been programmed, all lessons have been recorded in its system, Lessons will only take thirty minutes, every single day for two weeks and then it will be the end of all lessons. “Professor Phenyo explained.

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They say that moment the raging storm stopped, only the snow was falling from the heavy clouds. My parents named me Eira that night twenty years ago. ** 12 hours previous the evens in 'The Forest' I am standing with my older brother Keenan in the quiet, already green forest, a bow in my hand, daggers on my hips. Gentle breeze blows a few dark brown hair strands off my face. I should make a better job braiding them. Keenan crouches and inspects footprints left by a deer. ''It's close'', he whispers and we slowly turn and go west.

If he forced me to crawl in the garbage to get him, I was going to be pissed. My gaze locked on the sliver of light as the guy emerged from the back of the dumpster onto a small patch of dirt. What a fucking idiot. He was no more than five foot eight, not even coming to my shoulders. I flicked my wrist, causing the silver ring on my middle finger to glint in the low light. “Please,” he begged while putting his hands in the air. “Just take it.” He held out his trembling hands to me, weeping rivers of tears. “I just needed something to eat.”

Look there, huh? - Of course I understand, Heitor", I pointed to the TV, "That one there, in the red and blue clothes is Steve Rogers, Captain America. The one that turns green is the Hulk and the woman ah, she is the Black Widow, there is also the Iron Man Tony Stark ... Even though I was 28 years old I was a superhero fan. I loved the whole universe of super powers, fighting evil and all that stuff. I want a power to end Miguel's race...good idea

Dana asked with a frown once Ben hung up. “Yes” Ben smiled mysteriously and took out his phone; He turned on selfie mode. “Look… Can’t you see?” Ben smiled into the camera and clicked as soon as Dana looked in the direction he was pointing with a puzzled smile. “Mr. and Mrs. Tarzann?” “Ooohhhh” Dana had a silly smile as she realized. Ben clicked again. “But isn’t Sonic your man? Do you not trust him?” “I do… but let’s see how convincing this make over really is?” Ben smirked.

Ben walked in wearing a black suit with a gift in his hand as he kept it on the dining table and went over to carry Gavin. "Yah! Ben ten!!" Gavin chirped as he stretched his arms out to Ben while I sighed. Gavin had been addicted to watching his favorite animation, 'Ben 10', and ever since he got to know that his dad's best friend was bearing Ben. He started calling him Ben ten. I glanced at Beatrice who looked stiff on her seat and looked pale all of a sudden as her gaze caught mine. "I thought you weren't coming," Lucas said as he stared at Ben.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.