Extremis Pepper Potts Novels & Stories

I ran my hands down the front of my jacket, smoothing out any wrinkles. “Of course, my Lord. I will be posted out front until you return. No one shall enter. I will fight until my last breath if someone tries to overthrow you.” Phillips's voice is void of all emotions. Fear is the only emotion he is allowed to feel. Anything else is neutral. He can’t feel happiness or joy. He has been stripped of those pleasures. Until he can run topside, he only knows fear, and occasionally I will allow him to feel sadness.

“It’s Phase Four. He embedded it in Helena’s chip… deep, like it wasn’t meant to be found unless someone bled for it.” Josh stepped forward, jaw tight. “What does it do?” Isabelle looked at them, voice cracking with the weight of realization. “It bypasses every firewall we know. Global comms, military command chains, satellite positioning—if he triggers this, it’s all gone. Silence. Everywhere.” Philip’s face hardened. “No backup channels. No failsafes. Total isolation.” Josh folded his arms, grim. “It forces surrender. No resistance, no negotiations. The world either bends to his protocol—or tears itself apart.”

He opened the bottle, raised his palm to take out the pills from the bottle by using telekinesis, and guided those pills to hover in front of Zoheb and the four elders. "Supreme Leader. Is this a second-grade low-rank pill?" At first, Zoheb thought Severin was going to give them a first-grade high-rank pill which led him to wonder if that could help him to become a level three warrior king. As he carefully inspected the pill in front of him now, he discovered the energy within the pill was much stronger and the smell was more aromatic than a first-grade high-rank pill. That was when he realized Severin actually gave him a second-grade low-rank pill.

I asked putting my hand on my hips and trying not to laugh "Drink." he said like a seven year old I rolled my eyes and poured in the popcorn and covered the pot. I put away the box. Xavier took out a big packet of chips and cold sodas from in the fridge. "You want pizza too?" he asked me taking his cell phone out his pocket It was a really cool phone which was a top hit in Italy called the Ocean Tidal. "Xavier are you trying to make me fat?" I asked sarcastically "Popcorn, chips, strawberries, whip cream and soda is enough to make me gain one hundred pounds!"

Dothschild - Old Man - One of the 3 Global Elites. 2. Bockefeller - Old Man - One of the 3 Global Elites., 3. Jodi - a man - a television journalist in the first world especially to discuss and cover the matters of the Battle in the 1st world. 4. Joe - Young Man - Housekeeper Paul who really idolizes Liem. 5. Android 18 - A Male Robot - Super Advanced able to survive in extreme realms - Has no Spiritual Power only has a few weapons from 10 fingers and is able to remove missiles from his mouth with a suicide note.

said Eirian with a yawn. “Already?!” Dorin asked, surprised. “Well, at least you finally got your phasma core.” “A phasma core?” Dorin asked again. “A thunder god’s phasma core,” Pan Phineas explained. “Since our element has such destructive power, it has been a Heilig tradition to keep our phasma in a cradle or core where it can sleep until we need its power.”

"We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would die of the wound." Liv scrubbed her hands up and down her face. "I think I need a drink." Brodi was out of his chair in an instant. "Of course, Elskling. What would you like? We have tea, juice, coffee…" "Whisky," she answered flatly. Brodi cocked a brow in surprise. "Coming right up!"

The walls trembled as if the island itself had grown weary of holding so much hatred and darkness within its bounds. Serena stood at the center of it all, glowing with a light not born of this world. Her wolf, Nene, had fully awakened within her—feral and majestic, divine and merciless. Power pulsed from her body in waves, like a second heartbeat, loud and resonating. Her white hair whipped around her like a stormcloud, her silver eyes lit with blinding resolve.

Raina answered brightly, “Cayenne pepper, Mr. Vexley. You wouldn’t get it—Gale’s body is too weak right now. He needs something nourishing and full of energy. This stuff is perfect.” Cayenne pepper… nourishing? Leif pressed two fingers to his forehead in disbelief. He pointed again, this time at something dark red and slightly charred. “And this?” Raina’s eyes sparkled. “That’s a ghost pepper. Different variety. Different effect. It’s the spiciest one I could find—specially picked for Gale.” ***