Gears 3 Onyx Guard Novels & Stories

He expected all the bodyguards to come his way, but when he saw there were only four of them, he felt a little bit relieved. As soon as the guards arrived in front of him, Warren took the initiative to go on the offensive. He immediately charged with a full powered Reiteki-infused sphere at two of the guards. The guards took great damage and were pushed back at least 10 meters. They had blood coming from their nose and mouths. The two guards tried to stand up again, but realized that they couldn't use any of their limbs. That's when they knew that Warren wasn't just anyone.

The guards wore their sharp, grey, off-black uniforms with helmets, concealing all their physical enhancement technology, buried into their skin- cold gold wires implanted into fleshy, human nerves and attached to steel braces running up and down over the skin, jerking the body to produce bone shattering blows, invented by the mainland colony of Gryaz, alien to Sýnnefa just ten years ago. The engineer watched the guards switch patrols at the east double doors, from the corner of his right eye, their limbs lax and loose, despite every limb's movements timed to the exact second, ticking on the clock at the front. He wondered whether the discipline came from the military training or from the he

I opened the door when I heard someone knock dragging me out of my despaired thoughts about having the worst conversation ever with Adrian, and was now wishing there was a peep hole, because I definitely wouldn’t have opened it if I saw who was on the other side. I stared up into her fierce violet eyes. The color popped against her pale skin. She studied me with a critical squint. I was sure she was about to snap at me. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know Onyx didn’t like me very much. Maybe it was because of the relationship I had with her brother or maybe it was just because I was breathing. I hadn’t actually done anything to her, but she was crazy and vicious, and I didn’t attempt t

"Where's Tate?" Onyx demanded, stepping up to the head security guard. The guard was not about to back down so easily. "Listen, kid, I don't care who you think you are, you..." Snap! Onyx's foot came crashing down before the man could finish his threat, shattering his right ankle. The guard let out a blood-curdling scream. "Talk, or the next stomp's for your head!" Onyx's voice was like ice.

“The day has not come when you need help. I will be watching from my quarters. I am casting the barrier spell from there. Asher, The Warrior Guardian, is a taker of lives. I don’t want mine to be next.” He pulled Marina close to him so he could see the truth in her eyes. “Coward! So that’s it then? Put the barrier up and hide in your quarters till it’s done?” She looked away from him. Legarde releases his grip. “Then, why agree to this?” “Those are my orders, my Lord commands it.” “Get the barrier up on my signal.” Legarde turned his back to her and stomped towards the cave, trying to think of the exact moment when he became a Guardian exterminator.

I threw the tray I was holding, took my bag where my secret weapons are and went to the manager’s office in the back. “There are 10 men outside. And 30 more men inside. Be careful.” Wave said from my ears. “Got it.” I opened my lipstick and pressed on it to show a dagger before throwing it on the guards neck. I took a key and opened a secret room, and saw a big garage, with weird machines on. A guard was quick enough and saw me, pushing a button and there was a loud siren. Ten men came after me and I got my crossbow, targeting all of them one by one.

Third space: a solid, hand-sized stone cube. All three items remained within the ring boundary. The guardians stayed alert, anticipating his next move. His panel opened. [ Combat Trial: Active ] Kael read the text. He then looked at the three objects before him and at the guardians waiting outside the ring. He picked up the Shard first, noticing its weight. It was better suited for close work than for throwing. Next, he grabbed the Cord, which felt strong and taut in his hands. Lastly, he lifted the dense stone cube, which was ideal for delivering blunt-force strikes at short range.

I couldn’t understand the game he was playing, but I was going to play along. “No. I guess not.” The nurse cleared her throat awkwardly and excused herself, leaving both of us standing in the glass corridor. The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable. Kade shifted, standing between me and the exit, blocking me from leaving. I raised a brow, “Is this really necessary?” “Yes,” He replied calmly. “At all times.” At all times. Of course. I stepped past him anyway, forcing him to move. His arm brushed mine just briefly, but enough to send a sharp jolt through me. I inhaled sharply.

My nerves were already frayed, and the air smelled electric—like the kind of storm that didn’t just drench you, it cursed you. The guard opened the back door. I slid into the seat without a word. He moved to open the passenger side for Bram. But Bram didn’t get in. He stood there. Still as a damn statue in the downpour. Then he pulled out his phone. Typed something fast. The guard’s phone buzzed. He checked it, brow furrowing. “But sir” the guard try to say Another buzz. He flinched. I caught a glimpse of the screen as he lowered it:

To my right, a third guard was fanning out, his stance heavy on his right heel as he navigated the slick, uneven mud. “The one on your left is carrying a thermal scanner,” Malakai’s voice murmured, incredibly calm, his breathing steady over the static-free connection. He was sitting in the dark bunker four blocks away, his injured, stitched-up arm probably throbbing, but his mind was right here, tracking my physical coordinates through the hijacked security loop. “His scanner is calibrated to the ambient temperature of the wet concrete. If you drop low, the cold water of the puddle will mask your thermal signature for exactly two seconds before his display recalibrates. The guard on your rig