Force Unleashed 3 Novels & Stories

Again, that's feminine 'cause a man would naturally apply pressure without any hassle. Donovan looked round again, making sure he was still in touch before proceeding. ''Being at the central ward with Senator's Kasidy's guest, the killer employed guile and deception to force her way into the ward. May I tell you that I was beaten to the floor under Natasha's weight before the killer made a bold for it?''

I had just stepped out of the forensic center when the roar of an engine ripped through the air behind me. The sound grew louder as it closed in on me, carrying a reckless, almost desperate fury. I instinctively turned. A massive truck barreled straight toward me, and behind the wheel was Florence, her face twisted with rage and madness. In a flash, I dove to the side. With a loud boom, the truck roared past me, almost grazing my skin. It slammed into the metal guardrail, crumpling the front end. In the next second, smoke curled from the engine.

He spun, his rifle spitting fire toward the console where Elias was pinned. The pain was a wall. Every time I tried to move, the disruptor sent a fresh wave of agony through my spine. I closed my eyes and forced the 3-2-1 ritual to ground me. Three. The smell of gunsmoke and Thorne’s chemicals. Two. The weight of the obsidian in my palm. One. The sight of Elias’s boot stepping from behind the console. I didn't try to ignite the threads. I forced my muscles to move the old way—the heavy, grinding way of the training pits. I rolled, ignoring the scream of my nerves.

The force knocked my head to the side, but I felt no pain at all. "Who told you to take Ryland near the lake?" Dad barked furiously. "Did you do it on purpose? Were you trying to get him killed? It's a good thing he's fine, or I wouldn't have let you off so easily!" Still angry, he raised his hand to hit me again. The moment his fingers brushed against my cheek, he abruptly pulled back with a frown. "Why is your face so cold? It's like touching ice. Did you catch a chill?"

I just released the pressure. A massive, concussive blast of pitch-black and violet magic erupted from my bare palm. The raw, unrefined kinetic force hit the two enforcers like a runaway semi-truck, physically lifting their three-hundred-pound frames and throwing them twenty feet across the driveway. They crashed through the orchard fence, the wooden posts shattering into splinters as they rolled into the dark trees.

They were Finger-shaped bruises wrapping around his forearm like someone had held him down. My jaw clenched so hard it hurt. “That’s not…” I started, my voice low, disbelieving. “That’s not from treatment.” Because I had seen treatment injuries. I knew the difference. This wasn’t careless handling. This was force. “You fought,” I said quietly. The words settled heavily in my chest because that’s exactly what this looked like. A struggle. “They held you down…” My throat tightened, but I forced the emotion back, forcing it down into something colder.

Faced with Martin’s grim stare, Tricia scrambled to defend herself, panic in her voice. “Martin, don’t listen to her… She must have been bribed by Rosie to say that! I couldn’t possibly have the power to buy people off!” Seeing Martin’s expression soften a fraction, she pressed on.

A shout tore the night. “Alpha Bloodstone!” the third hissed, eyes blazing with both fear and fury. Delph’s lips pulled into something close to a smile. “Still remembering the name, I see.” He moved before the man could answer. Their blades collided, ringing like church bells in the heavy air. Sparks scattered across the wet leaves, glowing red beneath the bleeding moon. A slash opened along Delph’s forearm. The enforcer lunged again, but Delph turned the momentum, grabbing the man’s wrist and twisting until it snapped. The howl that followed echoed through the forest.

With a final surge of determination, I summoned every ounce of strength within me, channeling the artifacts' energy into a devastating blow that sent Victor crashing to the ground. The battlefield fell silent, the echoes of battle fading into the cool morning air. Victor lay defeated, his armor shattered and his dark ambitions thwarted by the guardians of the artifacts