Gamora Guardians 2 Novels & Stories

Or the angels would never have announced me as the Beta of the guardians. "Dad! That's impossible. Samira was actually the one who didn't belong with us. She was actually treated as the guest. About Leyla, I don't think so. I am the Alpha of the guardians and Leyla is my Beta. The most brilliant mind in the guardians. And the smartest fighter. There must be a mistake. Maybe you don't know everything. Because the Angels announced her as the Beta of the guardians." Kurt was able to respond to his father after a minute long silence. Maybe he was waiting for me to say something. I was actually out of my own mind. I just got lost in the oceans of my own thoughts.

2Pac stared down at Amy, through his fully charged, lightning bolt eyes. Amy felt a prickly chill when she saw 2Pac’s eyes for the first time. 2Pac’s eyes reminded her of the headlights on her Volkswagen ID.4, which was actually her husband’s car. The only thing that took Amy’s attention away from 2Pac’s eyes was seeing her little boy sneaking up behind the metal assassin. She watched as Omar struck the cyborg across his glistening broad shoulders, using his little fists. Omar didn’t care about hurting his hands. He wanted to protect his mother.

The heavy, pressurized doors of the pods blew outward with a deafening hiss. Pouring out of the smoke were the Founders' elite Vanguard. They weren't the standard Shock-Troopers we had fought before. These were Sun-Guard hulking, eight-foot-tall cybernetic brutes clad in heavy, impenetrable gold-plated armor, wielding massive thermal-hammers. "Light 'em up!" Dax commanded. The courtyard erupted into absolute chaos. Reaper opened the engagement, his sniper rifle barking from a second-story window. An explosive round hit a Sun-Guard dead in the chest plate. The explosion knocked the brute back a step, but the golden armor barely scratched.

He just stood there in the office. The city lights blinked at him like a thousand mocking eyes, like they already knew. The gala memories wouldn’t leave him, the gunshot, glass raining down, the sting in his ears. Over and over, the moment looped, carving itself deeper until it felt like his skull had been branded. Someone had tried to end him tonight. Somebody close was feeding him to the wolves. And now this text is a pointed, deliberate strike aimed straight at Damien Wolfe. The man he had let in. The man who was supposed to protect him.

The first one crashed through the roof of Grand Central Terminal. "Marcus! East River approach! Katherine, take the high ground!" Jack shouted over the tactical channel, rocketing off the observation deck on his armor's thrusters. The cold night air hit his face as he descended toward the destruction. Marcus was already moving. The Shield Guardian leaped from the tower's mid-level launch bay, his golden shield expanded to its maximum diameter, and slammed into the street-level approach like a human meteor. Two Null Beasts that had been crawling up Park Avenue hit his kinetic barrier and bounced backward, their unrendered bodies rippling with displaced energy.

Mel apparently has an endless air supply, too, because that scream goes on and on. When she is done, she extends her hands one more time and claps another sonic boom. This time, the guards are so weakened that they are unconscious or dead. I’m not sure which. I open the mind link to the pack. ‘KING JUDE, BETA JOSHUA, ALPHA JAXON, AND LUNA SABLE ARE IN DANGER. GAMMA JAIDEN IS IN CHARGE. ALL WARRIORS COME TO THE FRONT GATES. SECURE THE ENEMY WARRIORS AND THROW THEM IN THE PRISONS!’

Through the shattered glass panels, I saw a synchronized squad of twelve heavily armed, massive guards marching directly toward the entrance. They weren't wearing the standard black Vanguard outfit. They had thick, crimson bands wrapped tightly around their forearms. Thorne's mark. Seeing them approach, a violent, uncontrollable shockwave of heat exploded deep in my chest. My hidden Blood Moon Alpha genetics activated immediately, supercharging my senses and drowning out every single trace of fear with pure, unadulterated aggression.

One fragment was hidden within the dungeons of Torvane, protected by spells and blood wards. The moment I said the name, Ella growled lowly. “This is it.” We padded down the hill carefully. Snow gave way to slush and then to hard, frozen soil. We circled around toward the city’s eastern side, where a lesser-known path wound through the mountains. Old ruins lay nearby, broken columns and collapsed statues of winged beings—Guardians who had long lost their war against the Dark. By the time we reached the outskirts, dawn was breaking. A gray light painted the sky. No chirping of birds. No warmth of sunlight. Just cold silence.

They would be grateful enough if he did not cause more trouble. Under Arnold’s guidance, they soon approached Jared’s base. When they noticed that Jared’s team was planning to flee, Arnold and the captain of the second team decided to attack immediately. As Jared’s team fought back fiercely, the entire forest erupted with gunfire and explosions. Jared’s side had funding from Nolan, and they had established themselves abroad for a while now. When they saw the situation turn dire, they even rolled out a tank from the warehouse. Arnold and the captain of the second team froze when they saw the tank. The barrel pointed straight at their bunker.

He lets out a cry that echoes across the realm. Let them come. Let them try. I place a note upon the headmaster’s desk. It appears with a flicker of violet-blue light and a soft thump as an ancient ruby lands beside it, warm to the touch, thrumming with alarm magic. Malric, The wards have been awakened. I have deployed the following guardians: Storin and Glorin – Front Gate Gargoyles Kiana – Sky Patrol, Serpent of Flame Flan – Bell Tower Griffin, Vision Guard