Gears Of War Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Driven by the void-weavers inside their iron hulls, they ground forward on spiked tracks, tearing through the outer stone gate like it was nothing. I didn't hesitate. I vaulted over a jagged chunk of fallen masonry, sliding across the frost-covered flagstones until I reached the flank of the nearest war-engine. A hooded void-weaver stood on its exterior control platform, frantically adjusting a series of glowing violet dials that powered the machine's primary weapon array. The void-weaver turned, raising a jagged obsidian dagger toward my chest. "Mortal fool," he hissed, his voice like dry autumn leaves scraping across concrete. "Your world is forfeit."

Ivy's POV Without warning, Warrior Garett twists his head around and bites me sharply on the fingertip. I shriek loudly, pulling my hand away. As I wipe the blood off frantically, Warrior Garett climbs to his feet, staring down at me. His body towers over mine, an overwhelming mass of muscle and flesh. “Oh, I certainly won’t be backing out,” he replies, breathing a low chuckle. The crowd cheers loudly, a noxious swell of applause.

His teeth scraped over my neck, and before I knew it, I felt an odd searing warmth rip over my shoulder. "Did... did you just, ah..." It was hard to form a sentence as I pushed down on his fingers, desperately wanting what was trying to burst from his jeans. "Mark you?" He whispered, licking at the mate mark that was beginning to form as I heard the sound of his zipper. "Of course, it was a long time coming. Don't you think?" My claws ripped into his back, blood breaking the surface. For right now, I would forget everything else. The war, the artifacts, even the goddess.

Georgia asked but she daringly wanted to steal a kiss. [That Georgia Xin was actually not just a sister of this family] Lewis heard her daring call, especially that touch his wound. : Just gave up, Georgia! Lewis walked out. He jumped on the gate and ran to the car that was parked outside. Georgia just saw him walked away. : Hehe..you'll be mine so soon, Lewis. Georgia muttered and smiled. Her love for that man, Lewis, was not just for love. It was for lust. [Georgia. Georgia. Georgia.]

Gunner looks at me, then groans pulling my up into his arms, while I continue to pout like a child. He starts walking towards the door, then groans pushing me back into Issac, while his mouth lands on mine. Issac’s hands are automatically at the button of my shorts, unbuttoning them and forcing his hand inside. He rubs my clit then moves down putting three fingers inside of me, my head flies backwards landing on Issac’s shoulder, while Gunner moves his lips to my neck. Issac continues his torture as I rock my hips into his hand. Gunner bites down on our mating mark and I explode around Issac’s fingers. Groaning, still wanting more, as I continue to pulse around him.

Filing out of the small room that suddenly felt very empty without them. Wolfy paused at the door. "Calculations suggest your odds of victory have increased to 18% with the new gear." "I'll take it," I said. Viggo gave me a thumbs up. Guller bowed slightly. Barzil was the last to leave. He looked at me one more time. His hand resting on the doorknob. "Neoma." "Yeah?" "Give them hell." He closed the door. Click. I sat there in the dark. Holding the faceless black armor. The wind still howled outside, but the fear in my gut had settled into something harder. Something colder.

*Canaan* The moment Bexley disappears behind me, I turn and rush down the hallway as quickly as I can. When I turn the corner, I see one of my warriors lying in a pool of his own blood with Garth stalking toward him, his rifle still smoking. A roar tears through my body. Even though I can’t shift, that won’t stop me from launching myself at the bastard. He doesn’t get his weapon up in time, so when I crash into him, I crush it against his body and rip into his shoulders with my gnarled teeth.

and too "Slow." "You want our 'Will'?" Elen’s spirit hissed through the "Analog-Wires" of the old Guild-Halls. "Then you’ll have to 'Chew' on the 'Rust'!" The "Friction-Wars" had been a rehearsal. The "Hunter-War" was the "Performance." The Union had to prove that even in a "Synthesized-Future," they were still the "Soot-Stokers" of the North.

I was soaking up and cooking up in these gears. My coveralls suddenly felt too tight, the zipper straining over my breasts with every breath. Dad was across the shop, buried under another vehicle, his tools clanging like thunder. It was just us here, in this charged bubble of oil and somewhat intense opportunity. "Slipping gears, huh?" I said, keeping my voice steady as I checked the linkages. My hands moved with practiced ease, but my mind raced—flashing back to the dildo I'd left slick and hidden under my pillow, to the way my pussy still ached from the morning's denial.

The flickering cell light cast their shadows against the cold stone walls, three figures united by despair but bound by a fragile thread of hope. --- The convoy moved like shadows through the night, cloaked in silence as it sped toward the Northern Region. Inside the lead vehicle, Gillow Rain sat alongside his sister, Sue, their presence commanding an oppressive weight. The Gamma Warriors in the cars trailing behind them did not speak, their unease palpable as they neared their destination. Gillow’s face was a mask of unreadable calm, but the air around him crackled with tension. His hands rested loosely on his knees, yet Sue noticed the slight curl of his fingers—a subtle betrayal of the st