Gears Of War Crossover Novels & Stories

Nature vs nurture and all that. So I broke the attic window, and climbed down the pipes. Then my brain yearned to be in water. Unfortunately, the only way to get to Flower Moon river was to cross the Unclaimed Forest. So I did what I had to do. Who would be in the forest at three in the morning? Right, Werewolves—because like I mentioned it was a full moon.

His hands and legs trembled as he fought the urge to fly across the track and make him pay hard. The train inched forward as another loud blare sounded in the distance, this time, much closer. Both men stood their ground, heaving, unflinching, and unwilling to back off, their eyes spitting fire. The train from the other end slapped past, forcing them to abandon their feud. Dev broke the connection and backed up into the compartment with a head that felt like it was about to explode. ***

I realised that I was the only one standing in his front view. "What?!" I gruffed, letting out gasps from people in the hallway. "What?!" He yelled, louder. "How dare you talk back?" He frowned harder. "Hey!" Another guy from his back yelled, causing me to squeak. "Don't you know who you're messing with?" Another guy yelled. "What?!" I yelled, disgusted by their gruesome sneers. "Who the hell are you snooty jerks?" I crossed my arms around my chest with a smirk when I realised that they were the 'Black Zees', letting out gasps from people again.

Their Battle Mages were nearby. “Captain, the Kolysians have brought a Mage of their own. And it is nearing.” Likaya only nodded her head at the news, they were still moving into position after all. The squad arrived at a warehouse that overlooked the eastern docks. Wriixer, Drent and Kayler were already there. The autocross team had set their weapon on the warehouse’s window, stacking it upon a pile of crates. “Vantage points?” Likaya demanded, her right hand glowing with the tethering energies that kept her bonded to the Gearbanes. Froster led his Captain towards the barricaded entrances, sections large and wide enough for a Ragehog to aim its spreadcannon and for Thornrat to suppress the

said Hazel. Squad 105 have no words when realizing the hidden power of their weapons. “Unlike other weapon, GRD-class and GLT-class are the only weapon that can transform Plasma Blade and Rail Gun at once.” Said Stevan. “This bow was made from two Plasma Blade … is it called a bow?” said Dallas. “Off course a bow, you still shooting arrows from it. But if you add Rail Gun while releasing your Encoded Weapon, it will change to crossbow.” Said Lucas.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

"Shut it! Why did you come to the company, you idiot? You're nothing but a vain fool chasing the CEO! Someone, call 911 and have this lunatic arrested!" Imogen's eyes blazed with icy realization. "Lauren, you abused my identity, used company resources to deceive your boyfriend, and misappropriated funds. You and your accomplice can explain everything to the authorities!" Ignoring their frantic pleas, she walked straight to me and wrapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry, honey. This is my fault. If I'd known Lauren was capable of this, I never would've let her buy those cufflinks. I just wanted to cheer you up, but everything went wrong."

TIME: DAY 18 OF EXILE, 09:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE DIGITAL WORLD - THE OBSIDIAN BASTION. STATUS: THE WAR COUNCIL. The transition into the Ghost Server was no longer a blinding explosion of agony. Kara (Jinx) had spent the last two weeks refining the haptic buffer, cannibalizing Blackwatch tactical helmets to smooth out the raw data transfer. When Ren (Wraith) logged in, it felt like plunging into an icy river—a sharp, breathtaking shock that quickly faded into a numb, hyper-focused clarity.