Gears Of War Female Characters Novels & Stories

She inhaled and exhaled heavily, then softly after several moment. "Cain." she whispered hugging him back. "Yeah it's me baby." he replied. Lynn and Kael sighed in relief. ******** Cain stood at the center of the dim room, a large wooden table between him and the four people he trusted with his life. Beta Max, sharp eyes, sharp jawline with calm face. Gamma Ray, broad, steady, eyes sharp with loyalty. Beside him was Nyx, commander of the warriors, her posture rigid, expression unreadable. She is the youngest female warrior of the pack but the best at what she does.

She knocked over several of the wooden soldiers as she had one of the warriors charge towards my wolf with his sword in hand. “Careful,” I murmured, trying to hide my wolf from her advancing warrior. “This one doesn't like to fight. She is a healer, not a warrior.” “Boring! I would have liked her more if she were a warrior princess.” She picked up another figure from the box, a Valkyrie, and made them fight. “Warriors are better than the healers.”

I ask. “Nah, we’ve got this,” Saber growls. From the camera, I watch her swipe the legs out from under an attacker. When he hits the ground, she slams her elbow into his solar plexus. As he’s wheezing and trying to breathe, Hellfire kicks him in the balls. “Stay down,” she growls. “She really is the female version of Quirin,” Wendy says. “I need to meet Alpha Quirin. I feel like I’ve missed out on so much fun while I’ve been away,” Lace says, swinging a roundhouse kick at an attacker’s head and knocking him unconscious.

One pair from each of the six stone doorways. Nobody moved. The Sentinels instinctively raised their weapons, forming a wall in front of Savannah and Mason. Steel glinted beneath the pale blue fire. Then... The first figure stepped into the chamber. A woman. Her hair was completely white, braided down her back. She wore ancient leather armor stitched with silver thread, and a crescent-shaped scar ran across one cheek. She carried no weapon. From the second doorway emerged a broad-shouldered warrior with dark skin and a beard braided with iron rings.

Girls are always readable. The only girls who aren't are Princess Zillah's lady guard, Vivien Li, and Theo's sister and co-guard, Tara Jōn, and though he hated to admit it, the small and petite woman Barbie Lewelyn. He sighed and looked around then smacked his forehead with his palm.

Relief and fear mingled in my chest. As the police cleared the house, other men appeared—masked, moving fast. They weren’t police. “There she is…” One of them said through the mask and started approaching me like a predator. That’s when I realized that they are here for me. For my blood, the truth I had exposed. I drew in a sharp breath. The war was only beginning and I was ready. This is Ember Hawthorn, the first female Alpha of my generation.

I stood slowly. “A female,” she added. Snow-colored fur. Fights like she can see. Took down three of Axel’s men last week. Word is, she’s rogue. From Seattle. And people are starting to wonder who the hell she is.” My jaw tightened. “They’re talking about Kaliah.” Maren gave me a dry look. “No shit.” I did give her a look back, and she winced, but she was more than willing to brush off any fear she had to get to the point. I’d let her get away with it this time, but next time? She wouldn’t be so lucky.

I know both of them are desperate to get back to their mates. Yara, my new Gamma female, is strong and fierce but also kind. She comes from a very powerful Gamma line in Yellowstone and is a perfect match for Jasper. Emily, my new Delta female, is calm and quiet, a watcher. People often underestimate her because of it, but she is an incredibly strong fighter. Not in Zahra’s league, of course, but strong nonetheless, and she keeps Marcus on his toes.

She’s beautiful, innocent, but she looked vulnerable in her creamy bodycon dress. Unlike El Sandra, as soon as you look at her, you know how confident she is in herself. Actually, I saw the old Akemi in Engineer Arcanghel. But I didn’t like how she was looking at Ryu in a way that's sticky sweet. I’ve always been aware of the women who secretly and vulgarly admired that man. And I don’t want to witness it here in my company..

Firm hands grabbed me by the arms and lifted me to my feet. Feminine hands with red nail varnish. The hands encircled my biceps and remained tightly clasped. I really had to start working out. The six female warriors towered over me. I’m not the tallest of people, but I’ve always consoled myself with at least being above average height for a woman. Not today. They were dressed in very form-fitting leather armour with shiny metal plates covering their neck and shoulders, elbows and forearms, knees and shins. Thighs were completely exposed for some reason. Seemed like an odd design choice.