Gauntlet Heroes Novels & Stories

Warriors who trained here were preparing for specific missions, honing skills beyond general combat readiness. "The Gauntlet," Morgan announced, stopping before a massive structure that looked like an industrial nightmare. "Thirty levels of increasing difficulty. Combines every skill…combat, agility, problem-solving, endurance. Most warriors tap out around level fifteen. The record is twenty-three." "What happens if you fail a level?" "Pain. Varying degrees depending on the failure. Non-lethal but... educational." Morgan activated the system. "You'll start at level one like everyone. No special allowances for silver wolves."

My mech groaned under the crushing weight and the wail of an alarm filled my capsule. My shield was my saviour-the Goliath slid down my front in a shower of sparks, unable to remain atop me. A torrent of bullets pounded against my armour, accompanied by Harlow's crazed shouting. "You're a hypocritical one, aren't you?" Harlow roared. He sounded unhinged. "You act high and mighty and then don't hesitate to try to drop another building on my men!" Harlow's Goliath was as unsubtle as he was, bristling with no fewer than six railguns. The Goliath was a lead hose-an endless stream of bullets pounded at me from all angles.

In every way he was the mirror image of our father, and only grew more so with every year that passed, though his braid had a long way to go until it reached the length of our father’s. Concentrate. I turned my attention to the gauntlet. The gauntlet was a torture device that could only have come from the darkest minds of the darkest of Fae Courts. It was a wooden structure raised as high from the ground as Rue and Tarragon were tall, which, considering they had inherited our father’s height, was HIGH. Especially for me, who had somehow missed every drop of dragon blood, and therefore also lacked the dragon height.

He looked at the remaining army. Then rolled his shoulders slightly. “Alright.” The ground beneath him cracked. His voice turned cold. “Let’s get this over with.” The army charged. Hundreds of celestial warriors surged forward at once. Spears glowing. Blades blazing. The battlefield exploded into motion. The first wave reached him. Kael stepped forward. The impact was catastrophic. His punch shattered three sentinels instantly. He spun, catching another by the throat and slamming it into the ground hard enough to split the earth.

"Let me show you around." Her nails dug into the soft flesh of my arm. It hurt. I endured it and allowed her to lead me through the crowd. Inside my belly, Caleb began giving instructions rapidly. 'Mommy, look at the man in the gray suit ahead on your left. He works for Steve. 'Later, Kayla will take you to the lounge. Find a chance to put this miniature tracker into that man's pocket.' 'Where did the tracker come from?' I was shocked. 'Oh, don't worry about that. I won't hurt you.'

And then looked at the fire crackling in front of them. “When the civilizations where young, the Lord of the Heavens chose three gifted humans to protect the chamber of knowledge and history. He chose them not because of their lineage but because for their specific gifts. One could summon any creature, both magical and mythical, another could make the elements stopped as if he lorded it while another controls the elements. They’re called the guardians. Their purpose is to protect the secrets which lies inside the Chamber and only them could access it.” “Why so, mama?” she inquired as she inched closer to her mother.

I held his gaze stubbornly. He began speaking: “The Nocturnal Gauntlet is a test passed down by our ancestors. It demands focus and strength. No shifting is allowed in this gauntlet. This isn’t a fight of beasts, it's a test of control, strategy, and the strength you can command in your human form. Weapons are limited to swords only. No outside interference. No exceptions.” My pulse pounded. Then Kael’s voice rose: “Let the Nocturnal Gauntlet begin.”

Kaelen looked down at Ashren, his blue eyes gleaming with malice. "Invoke the Gauntlet," Kaelen suggested. The room went silent. Even Darius looked surprised. "The Gauntlet of the Ancients?" Valen spoke up, gripping his chair. "That hasn't been used in a century. It is a death sentence. It is designed for Lycan warriors of the highest order, not... him." "If he is strong enough to be Elara’s mate," Kaelen shrugged, "he should survive. If he dies... well, then the Council is right. He was too weak."

This question was bound to come up. "If I answer this, a lot of things will arise. I won't tell you all of them today, maybe someday but, I'll answer this one." Malakai said. The reason he wore gloves related to a lot of things, everything was linked, which is why he needed to be careful of his words. "I wear gloves to cover something that would raise a million different questions. Something happened when I was younger." Malakai said. He noticeably took a deep breath to prepare himself for revealing this, opening old wounds etc. Alec knew some things but even he didn't know the full story.

He reached twenty-seven and still did not get the diploma. He is the lead guitarist and lead singer of the band ‘THE FALLEN ANGELS’. Ms. Capa was the one who named this band. The three boys are not only famous at school, but also in other places. He was mistaken for a Gangster look because of the tattoos surrounding both his arms.