Gears Of War Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Rhychard hit Washington Street and headed for home. "Okay, this is not what I had planned for tonight." He could hear the quake in his voice and stopped talking. He had somehow stepped inside a fantasy novel and needed to change his boxers. Elves were real. Swords glowed. Gargoyles were more than a Disney cartoon. He kept squeezing and rubbing the steering wheel. This was a nightmare come alive, and he would have thought it a dream except for the blood that covered him.

In the photo, Claire smiled serenely, her eyes filled with starlight. Sam took out the ring he always wore. He laid it carefully atop the mound. "I will find you," he whispered. "Dead or alive." … The skies above the war zone were always gray, like a bleak canvas soaked in smoke and ash. Clad in heavy protective gear, face hidden behind a surgical mask and goggles, I knelt in the rubble, gently retrieving body after body. Here, no one had names—only numbers. "CE-17, male, approximately twenty-five. Shrapnel wound. Confirmed deceased."

**Gavin (Ares)** I paced the floor. My heart pumping and my blood boiling as the thought of Ryder touching what is mine. Why the fuck does she want him and not me? I fisted my hair and pulled hard. The pain made me clench my teeth. I’ll show that little bitch who she belongs to. She is mine, she always has been. From the moment I started noticing her body growing up. As a young teenager I craved her. I waited until she was an appropriate age to make my move. She refused me… ME! The god of war. No one refuses me. My obsessive thoughts about her are only growing stronger as she tries to settle down and be happy with Ryder. His time is short and her happily ever after will never come. If she is

Seizing the opportunity, I raced towards the car, the advancing shadows of the warriors spilling into the garage from the entrance. With clenched teeth, I let out a scream as I lunged for the car door, jumping into the front seat and slamming the door shut, locking myself inside. My breath came in ragged gasps as I recovered from the intensive run that felt like an eternity. Grinning to myself, I watched as the warriors stormed into the garage, searching each vehicle. A warrior gestured toward the car, urging me to squat down instinctively. Though I couldn't discern his words, I knew he was pointing out my location.

The mark sears beneath my mouth, light spills outward in a pulse that ripples through the clearing, across the water, into the trees. Gaven groans low in his throat, and his hips jerk forward. I don’t let go. Not until I feel the bond snap into alignment. I pull my teeth from his flesh, and he flips me onto my back. The grass is soft against my back, and Gaven pins my leg over his shoulder. He drives into me deeply, and I feel a surge of feeling rush through the bond. They don’t belong to Isara or me. They belong to him.

Georgia’s POV The Grove lay hushed in the wake of battle. Branches shuddered where Kael’s shockwave had torn through the underbrush; moonlight sifted through torn leaves and caught on the scattered shards of Lydia’s dark wards. I pressed my hand to my chest, heart pounding, as though it still fought against every beat. Beside me, Kael knelt over the fallen Tear, its silvery glow now gentle, like a pulse beneath his fingertips. “Georgia,” he said, voice low. The single word felt charged, as if he’d been holding it back through the onslaught. He reached for my hand, brushing away the blade of grass that had cut my palm. His touch was warm, an anchor in the aftermath.

The panic room was silent, but the walls seemed to vibrate with the muffled thuds of distant gunfire. I sat on the cold floor, clutching the dagger Malakai had given me. It felt heavy, a "no joke" weight in my hand that reminded me I wasn't that scared girl in the red dress anymore. I was a target. I was a prize. But as I listened to the sounds of war outside, I realized I wanted to be a weapon. ​Outside the reinforced doors, Malakai was a whirlwind of "furious" destruction.

Zelena. We came to a stop and he put my feet on the ground, only for me to be pushed backward, and slammed against a tree. Without warning, Gunner's hungry lips crashed against mine. I moaned into his mouth, eagerly returning his kiss. He took hold of my ass cheeks and lifted me off the ground, I wrapped my legs around his waist and growled desperately. I clawed at his back, trying to pull him to me harder. Gunner pushed his hard dick into my already dripping pussy and growled back at me. The feel of him inside me did nothing to diminish the burning heat and desire in my loins, if anything it made me feel more ravenous for him. He pounded into my hot core, slamming my back against the tree w

Liora’s P.O.V. The engine roared as I pushed the car to its limit. The road blurred ahead of me, lights streaking past, wind howling against the windows, but none of it registered properly. All I could feel was anger, curling hot and sharp in my chest. How could he do this? My grip on the steering wheel tightened until my knuckles turned white. Gavin had spent five years beside me. He was the same man who had gently treated an injured squirrel once, cupping it in his hands like its life mattered more than anything else in the world.