Gears Of War Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I asked all of a sudden, my curiosity knocking my thoughts and the desire to break the awkward silence both prompted me to. “Oh, it does,” Geneva spoke first behind me while Caesar’s eyes rested on a shirtless male Warrior passing by. “There will be no days like this. Every day is a stormy day,” she anxiously laughed. And I felt the anxiousness deep in my bones. In a heartbeat, Beta Caesar squealed when the shirtless Warrior winked at him. Geneva and I giggled, but at the same time, rolled our eyes happily at our friend. Our horse gave a gallop and a faster run before slowing down.

The chamber reeked of smoke, sweat, and fear. Shadows clawed at the Guardians relentlessly, their forms human but their powers straining to keep pace with the onslaught. Cheyenne’s arms shook, sweat streaking her sun-kissed skin as she gritted her teeth. We need our mates… we need them now, she thought, feeling the tether to Gunner thrumming weakly.

Daemon opened his eyes slowly with a long groan, his head was still banging from yesterday but it was milder now. On his bed he tried to recollect his thoughts from the day he was shot. "Stupid me, jumping in front of a bullet for a girl who doesn't likes me" Daemon said to himself. In a way it was true though, Gwen haven't been giving him that 'I like you too' kind of vibe and it wasn't a total guarantee that she would even after he took a bullet for her.

But I know that he must be nearby. I typed: “Evan, could you do me a favor?” However, no one reacted after the words were typed for a long time. After I took off my equipment and put it down again, only half of my blood was left. System: Lucifer’s madness erupted and she activated the Slaughter mode. A large poison was released, and the invisible Phantasm beside me was immediately beaten out. I received three more small poisons. System: God of War died. Looking at the crops lying on the ground, I manipulated the character to sit beside the crops and typed: “Why did you switch your account again and give it such a disgusting name?”

"Then keep hating me'' he growled. He didnt wait for a reply . He leaned down and crushed his lips against mine. It wasnt a 'clinical' kiss like the wedding . This was a war. It was desperate, dark, and tasted like exensive gin and shared secrets. I felt his tounge and mine meet and for a moment I forgot the stolen trust, I forgot Jax and I forgot the cage. I kissed him back with much hunger that teriffeed me. The moment we pulled back. Everything went dark. Hey guys im so sorry for the short chapters including this one. I go to work and school so by the time i get home i usually sleep i romise the next ones are gonna be longer. Thank you again to my first 100 views . This is my first ever b

I strapped a blade to my thigh. "You promised." For a heartbeat, I thought he would argue. Then he nodded sharply. "Stay close. Follow my orders. And if I tell you to run—" "I will fight harder." I met his eyes. "I am done running, Draven." We burst from the room into chaos. Warriors flooded the corridors, all moving with deadly purpose toward the main gates. I felt the pack bonds thrumming with urgency, fear, and determination. Garrett appeared at our side, his face grim.

“Not that interesting. Born and raised in Shadowfang. Trained to be a warrior since I could walk. Grew up under a father who believed emotions were weakness. You know, typical childhood trauma.” I gave him a mock pity look. “So tragic.” “Right?” he said, hand to chest. “Someone should write a story about me.” We burst into laughter again, and for a moment, it was just us—no kingdoms, no power struggles, no titles or tasks or cruelty. Just two people stealing time, like it belonged to us. At some point, Garrick got up to mimic the head cook, putting on a terrible high-pitched voice and scolding me for “messing up her perfect spice rack.” I was crying with laughter by the time he started mimin

They quickly run and find out majority of white warriors left alongside with their three friends. “Maru!” Rico shouted and made his way to them as he slash the fleshes of the enemies on his way. Niffa did the same, flamed up and creates a sword out of her green flame and attack the enemies without hesitation. Geuron watch them, as he felt a sudden fear. He look at his hands, they were shaking. He wiggle his head to avoid thinking of being afraid. His memories on releasing his flame towards the eagle’s head came across his mind.

My heart wavered—her loyalty was holding, but Varkis’s taunt and Rhea’s warning kept me on edge. Gabriel’s hand grazed mine, his touch sparking heat despite the chaos. “You’re doing it,” he said, his voice soft but fierce, his lips brushing my ear. I blushed, my heart racing, the mate bond humming. “Don’t let me lose her,” I whispered, my voice shaky. He grinned, his fangs glinting. “Never,” he said, his hand tight on mine, anchoring me. The archway loomed, Rhea’s scent stronger, leading to a dark tunnel. I hacked a final drone trap, its light dying, clearing the path.

she growls at me, then smirks while ripping a warrior away from me, and thrusting her sword through his chest. “Gideon get up, we’re not done,” my head turns, hearing my mate speaking to my father. My eyes widen and my heart stops, seeing my father on the ground coated in blood. I take a breath of relieve seeing the blood isn’t his, but the rogue warrior’s, who was gutted over him as he fell.