Gormiti Nature Unleashed Novels & Stories

He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on. Nick threw Drago a pair of camo shorts, and he quickly slipped them on. “Surrounded by dragons,” she smiled in amazement. Grigo and Marcu stepped forward with black and gray wings spread out. All their wings spun six feet across, and Madchen could see their talons protruding from their fingertips . Madchen couldn’t find any words, instead she stared, mouth agape. They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

She gently caressed his cheek. “You won't.” And then she pivoted away. --- ⚡ Tapping into Nature’s Force The Hunters rushed into the clearing behind them. Twelve figures cloaked in shadows. Crossbows held high. Silver nets at the ready. Their gazes were cold, intent, unyielding. Lydia took a deep breath. Her inner wolf stirred. Her sight flickered with golden hues. Then transitioned to silver. A breeze swirled at her feet. Leaves danced into the air from the forest floor.

I lunged. The corporate tower is gone, but the "Auto-System" has sent a "Default Pack" of glitching white wolves to replace Elara’s family! It’s a war for the very soul of the forest. Can the "Original" Silver Moon Pack defeat a "System-Generated" army that doesn't feel pain and doesn't know how to die?**

That meant "Grigori!" Damien shouted to the sky, where the leader of the Barinovs hovered, wounded but victorious. "We need to get down there!" He pointed over the edge. The blue dragon nodded and dropped to the platform, letting Damien climb onto his shoulders. If Rurik was still alive, then there was a chance Charlotte was as well. Grigori leapt off the building and glided down to the ground.

The very earth under his feet seemed to groan in protest, and the acrid scent of freshly turned dirt mingled with the sharp tang of ozone, assaulting Brodi's senses as he ducked his head against the maelstrom and continued to silently advance. Above, the heavens were entirely shrouded by roiling, malignant clouds that seemed to devour any trace of starlight or moonshine. Leif and Astrid appeared to him only in the stark, searing flashes of the lightning overhead. The thunder that followed was a deafening roar, so powerful that it resonated deep within his chest, but still he stalked toward his prey. Squinting against the flying debris, he finally saw his brothers and the warriors in position

My palm connected with his cheek, the impact jarring up my arm. He slowly turned his face back to me, a faint red mark blooming on his skin. The surprise in his chocolate-brown eyes was there and gone in a flash, masked by something darker, more intense. We stood frozen, glaring, the hate between us a living, breathing entity. But beneath it, under the fury, a current hummed, dangerous and magnetic. His gaze held mine, mesmerizing, effortless. I couldn’t look away. I was rooted, trapped in the storm of his eyes. I took an instinctive step back, my heel meeting the pool edge.

“Trust me. I was equally as shocked when I learnt of what happened.” Luis replied. “Before I give you the product, I need you to help me handle the Russian cartel in Atlanta city. I got news that they have already opted out of our contract, and are now in bed with another supplier. Carry of this little assignment, and not only will you have control more territory in your city, but you’ll get more respect and money than you can ever imagine.” He clapped his hand twice, and one of his men came in with a tray, three glass cups and a bottle of 1946 Pinot Noir wine.

Maya looked at her team—smaller than planned, less equipped than needed, but flexible in ways Victor's regimented team couldn't match. "We become insurgents. We stop playing his game. We make him play ours." "Explain," Morrison demanded. "Victor's teams are moving on main routes. Predictable paths. We go off-road. Through terrain his vehicles can't handle. We take risks his careful planning won't allow. We reach the facility by path he doesn't expect." "That's suicide," Torres objected. "Off-road travel in winter through unknown terrain?" "It's surprise," Maya countered. "Victor expects us to follow. We lead. We find new path. We beat him by refusing to race on his terms."

I don't want my mother's beloved kingdom to be in a demon's hands. I walked and left her there dumbfounded. No one should ever insult me for I know everyone's secret and how I can take them down in a minute. I know they are planning something wicked, I know them and I know how I can stop and pull them down too. I am no damsel in distress but a tigress they should avoid being bitten by. Today, I was given a mission as part of my training and that is to kill rogues- every one of them, without using any of my abilities which I know I can because I'm trained to fight using swords than using my abilities because I am born to control them perfectly.

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A