Flash In Avengers Novels & Stories

My body… it doesn’t feel like mine. My eyes burn. My fingers crackle. My hair lifts as if charged with static. The one holding me suddenly stumbles back, eyes wide. “Her eyes… they’re glowing.” “Shoot her!” someone screams. Too late. I move. Faster than I’ve ever moved. Before he can raise his gun again, my fist slams into his chest. Crunch. His body flies back— BOOM. Lightning falls from the sky, striking him before he even hits the ground.

He asked, "Our battle hasn't concluded yet, right? We'll talk if you're still alive after this battle." Wilbur did not wait for the ant-man to reply. He instantly turned into a flash of white light and sprinted toward the ant-man. The ant-man was agitated by what Wilbur said, so it used the black beam to blast Wilbur again. The black beam hit the white light on Wilbur and was instantly consumed by the white light. Meanwhile, Wilbur came before the ant-man and made a slashing attack. His attack was extremely fast, but the ant-man vanished instantly. Wilbur could sense a strange energy behind him, so he abruptly looked back. The ant-man slashed downward with its sword.

I grin at Levi, “Let’s go to The Rocks” As we get closer to the club I start to feel really nervous, but it’s not a normal nervous it’s like I can feel the emotions but they aren’t mine. We turn the corner to the car park and I’m suddenly smashed with a feeling of panic and fear. Its then that I realize that these aren’t my emotions they are Grace’s. I’m instantly scanning the surroundings trying to find her. I see Levi beside me notice my panic. I spot her, she’s standing outside facing towards the entry and a man is standing in her way. I slam the car in park and I’m out of my seat before I even realize what’s happening. My wolf is in complete control and we are running towards Grace at to

Flynn calls out. Walking over to them, I notice they are making small wolf statues battle one another much to the enjoyment of our youngest siblings. “We are reenacting the Rogue attack,” Rory says. “Which one?” “The one that made Junie sound like a heavy smoker.” Rory chuckles. That’s when I lose it. Dakota and I combine our strength as my magic shoots through me, scaring my siblings and causing Flynn and Rory to go on the defense. Throwing fire at them and torching their stupid little wolf statues.

The two then turned and exploded in an array of scarlet and pink lightning, leaving behind the teenagers. How did they know the Pink Projectile? Jasmine was about to approach them and her jaw immediately dropped when an even more peculiar thing happened. She watched Natasha turn her head this way and that, as if making sure nobody saw them right before turning around and bursting off in green-blue lightning, just as what the other two people before her had done. No way! Natasha Johnson is the-the. . .Natasha is the . . .Viper!

Before the shards of heavy glass had even finished raining down onto the hardwood floor, three flashbangs detonated in a blinding, overlapping strobe of white light and deafening concussive force. Grace was thrown backward by the sheer atmospheric pressure, her hands flying to her ears as a high-pitched, agonizing whine filled her skull. Her vision fractured into jagged, overexposed shapes. Through the smoke and the strobe, she saw dark, tactical silhouettes pouring through the shattered frame, their carbines raised with terrifying precision. Arthur Vance didn't even have time to scream. Within two seconds, he was slammed onto his stomach, his face pressed into the shards of glass, his arms

"What you think you know is beyond you. You may want to keep a better eye on your pack." He burst into dust. Staring at the spot where the vampire had burst into flames, we pondered on the war. I put my hands on my hips and sighed. This didn't feel like a victory. Dimitri must have tried to play mind games. "Gwen, look out!" I didn't have time to react. I was shoved away a d yell of pain was heard. I looked around to see Quinn clutching his chest and sprawled on the floor. Behind him was a vampire who had held a gun. The vampire pointed the gun at me. Before he could pull the trigger, his head was suddenly ripped off by an unseen force. It was obviously one of the werewolves.

" Ivan burst into a manic, vengeful laugh. A bolt of savage killing intent shot forward like an arrow, aimed directly between Ivan's eyes. It was a kill shot. Ivan froze, his body locked down by Flint's pressure, making him unable to move a muscle. Just as the strike was about to land, Ashton grabbed Ivan and jerked him back. A swirl of black stormwind erupted around Ashton, shredding the incoming storm of energy into nothingness. "See?" Ashton sneered. "That bastard doesn't give a damn about his own flesh and blood."

Heat surged up my spine, out of my arms, through my skin. The nearest vampire screamed as flames erupted beneath him, engulfing his legs. He dropped and rolled, shrieking. The others backed off. But not for long. The tall one—the leader—charged. I met him halfway. I don't know how I moved so fast. One second I was stumbling, bloodied. The next, I was in front of him, slamming my forehead into his nose. It shattered with a wet crunch. He snarled and clawed at my throat.

The flames curled around me like they knew me — and I sent a wave of compressed air spinning outward, slicing the fire down the middle. The crowd gasped. He blinked. Didn’t pause. He stomped once, and the floor beneath me ruptured. Stone rose in jagged spears. I leapt, twisted midair, landed behind him — a thread of water drawn from the air coiling around my hand. He spun. I struck. The water cracked across his face and hissed as it hit his flame-charged skin. “You’ll regret this arrogance,” he spat, sending a jagged arc of lightning — lightning, not fire — through the air toward my chest.