Gamora Infinity Wars Novels & Stories

She loved how Omar thought of his father as a superhero since he worked as a paramedic. Amy thought about how happy Omar was when his dad came home one time and told him that he saved a woman's three-year-old daughter after he found out that the baby was choking. Omar called his dad Thor, which was his favorite superhero. After Omar and his mom came back from his dad's funeral, he told his mom that he wished his dad could come back to life like Thor. After telling his mom that, he broke down in tears in her arms and his mother had to carry him while walking through a park.

My eyes rolled back. "Mm," I moaned. I felt every press of his fingers. It sent chills through my veins. A smile tugged across my lips. The next moment, I snapped out of it. I jumped off the bronze chair and turned swiftly to look into his eyes. Those blue piercing eyes were gone, replaced by deep crimson ones. "You aren't Mitchel," I said, trying to convince myself that everything he said was fake. "No matter what you think, I will remain Zarchios," he said.

It would quite literally be a house inside the Compound. I looked for Xander in our shared suite, and he wasn't there, so I went next door to his suite and knocked, not wanting to give Chef Lo Faso instructions if Xander had already done it. I didn't look for Elias, knowing he was still at work. Not finding Xander, I went downstairs to speak with the chef when I saw him walking toward us, talking to another tall, good-looking man. "Oh, Kalyssa!" Xander reached for me as he approached, and then kissed my cheek. "This is Gray Garza, Alpha Supreme of the Western Region. Gray, this is my betrothed, Dr. Kalyssa Carran, veterinarian."

All of a sudden, his eyes lit up as he spoke, “Master, so what you meant was, since that Fane fellow shares quite the unique relationship with Lana, all we need to do is butter up to Fane. This, in turn, would be an indirect way of flattering the God of War. Thus, if the God of War only grants our Drake family her blessing in the future, wouldn’t this make our business more stable?” James nodded slowly and replied, “Yes. That little brat was able to sit in the same plane with Lana when they returned. All we need to do is help Fane, since that would mean we’re also wooing Lana!” “Bravo, Master!” The nickname for the middle-aged man was called Spectre Face, and he happened to be one of the Thr

I pondered. Slowly, I turned back to see the man who had met me in the kitchen. He was staring at me with those dark soulful eyes. But why did the man call him alpha? I asked myself. He can't be Giovanni, right? As the realization began to sink into me, my eyes widened. "Y-your w-water…" I stammered. "Take it back. I don't need it anymore" He spoke with eyes staring intensely into mine. I stood there staring at him, unable to form a single word. My subconscious kept on screaming that the man I'd been referring to as a sexy giant was the alpha, Giovanni.

Not just any visitor, the God of War himself. The hall was prepared for the arrival of the God of War—Lucien Kael, Alpha of the Crimson Blood Pack. The name alone had silenced even the noisiest warriors. Lucien wasn’t a man. He was a myth and death wrapped in skin. Stories whispered of him were soaked in blood and fear. It was said that he owned nothing and no one but took everything he desired. Anana barely had the strength to care. Her body was failing, and her heart was already in ruins.

His face was pale, eyes reflecting the metallic gleam of Seraphim — the holy weapon he had seized after the final battle. One arm was no longer flesh. It was living alloy, cold silver laced with dark crimson veins. “You won, Evelyn…” he whispered, voice hoarse, as if speaking to a ghost. “But this era will bear my name, not yours.” On the table before him lay the dissected body of a vampire. Tubes fed dark fluid into an energy core wired directly to an artificial heart — the Genesis Core, the revived remnant of the Genesis Blood project. Every drop of blood inside trembled, glowing as if alive.

“It’s finally time.” Oliver straightened, the earlier ease gone completely. “Then we strike tonight.” I nodded. “Of course. I won’t let this opportunity slip through my hands.” I was already reaching for my phone. Jeff answered on the first ring. “You back in Greeneland?” I asked. “Yes, General.” “Good,” I said. “Assemble all Goma warriors. Full gear. The sealed gate at Goma Island has been unlocked. We’re going for it.” The call ended. I lowered the phone slowly. The Walkers were history. The next chapter had begun. And this time—it was ours.

the king demanded, his voice trembling. The guard stumbled forward, falling to his knees before the throne. He looked up, his eyes wide with terror. "It was not what we bargained for, sir. She...she..." "She what?" Seraphina yelled, impatiently. Her hand twitched towards the hilt of her sword, itching to draw it. The guard swallowed hard, his throat dry. "She's not human. She's a wolf, sir. A werewolf, your highness, and she...she killed everyone of us. I only managed to escape..."

I’m blocking people out as best as I can, but I’m not sure how long I can keep it up. I can finally see the border in front of me, and there’s a man standing on the other side. I slow down, suddenly terrified. What if this is a trick? What if that isn’t who it’s supposed to be? “Gamma Karis?” His voice stops me in my tracks. He knows my name. “Gamma Karis, I’m warrior Gomez. Gamma Jakob sent me to help you.” I’m hesitant, but I know that I need to make a decision, and I need to make it fast.