Romans & histoires Guardians Of The Galaxy Prison

"You promised seventy-five years. We both lied." An explosion rocked the facility. Serena's wards had broken. "Go!" she shouted. "The entrance is open!" Owen and I ran with the assault team, pouring into the facility entrance. Inside was chaos. Guards rushing to defensive positions. Scientists destroying evidence. And somewhere below, prisoners screaming for help. "Lucas, secure the upper level," Owen ordered. "Damon, find the prisoners. Mary, with me." We fought through corridors carved from rock, moving deeper into the facility. The walls were lined with cells, but these held corrupted wolves. Test subjects who'd been turned into weapons like Harper had been.

He didn’t want them to be close enough to speak to each other and try to come up with another story between them. Four of my father’s warriors would be driving them back to Shadow Claw. The prisoners had been given shots to keep them calm, and unable to phase before they left their cells. A vial and syringes were packed and given to Alpha Gerald to keep them sedated while in custody awaiting trial.

Seraphine whispered words that made every guardian instinctively reach for their weapons. “The prison has been opened.” And somewhere in the darkness below… Something laughed.

It seems to be a war between the good Angels who have been rejected and the Angels of satan. And I am still here, tied up. Soon I felt something loosen me from the shackles and I turned to see the smiling Mr Fleviox open up to me. "You're safe now, Hija." He said after I was released. And because of the extreme fatigue and pain of my whole body I fell to the floor. Mr. Fleviox immediately joined me and carried me away from the area. "I'm sorry if we took too long," he said before he landed me on the lawn away from the commotion.

RISSA'S POV After contemplating for a long while about whether we would trust our prisoner and accept his offer to provide us shelter, or get rid of him and continuing our survival on our own, we the phone ring. It was the phone we bought before, and used to call Lily's mom and Beta Bart at the palace. Drax picked up the phone, and put it on speaker. Then Bart's voice came blasting through. "Hello, Alpha." He said. His voice was loud enough, but you could tell that he was trying to whisper.

Logan lunges forward but two more guards block his path, holding him back as Gale is dragged toward the door. “Please!” Gale shrieks, and there’s nothing left of the cruel, smug man who terrorized Ember for eight years. He’s just a terrified animal now, wild-eyed and desperate. “I can’t go to prison! They’ll kill me! Logan, please, do something! SAVE ME!” “Gale!” Logan struggles against the guards, tears streaming down his face. “Let me go! Let me—” “LOGAN!” They pass by me, and doors swing shut behind them, cutting off Gale’s screams, and the silence that follows is deafening.

Adrian took a slow breath. “And that’s bad.” “Yes.” Lyra’s voice lowered. “Why?” The commander answered without hesitation. “Because not every prison system still has a guardian.” The room fell silent. Lyra stared at the projection again. Some of the prison systems were glowing green. Active. Stable. But many others, were dark. Broken. Abandoned. She suddenly understood. “If those prisons fail…” The alien finished the sentence for her. “The entities inside will escape.” Adrian muttered under his breath.

But the silver shackles keep him caged deep within me, much like very single being trapped here, pure instinct reduced to a faint growl in the back of my consciousness. The first guard stops abruptly, making me stumble to a halt. Ahead was a larger cage, standing apart from the others. Inside I notice three shifters,.. wolves, judging by their scent,… but they’re so beaten and frail it was hard to tell. “This one goes here,” the first guard says, motioning to the cage. “No,” I snarl, struggling against their grip. The other guard presses a button on a device strapped to his belt, and the collar activates again. The pain is excruciating, but still I refuse to scream. Not here. Not in front of

Turning around, he nodded slightly toward Eranthe in the front row of the public gallery. Behind his glasses, his eyes reflected calm confidence and complete certainty of victory. “Miss Taylor, every senior member of the Peterson family and the underground Black Tide Logistics organization will spend the rest of their lives inside the Supreme Security Bureau’s specially designed Silver-Ion Hive Prison.” “I assure you, not even a single bat belonging to them will ever see sunlight again.” Eranthe let out a gentle breath. The tension in her shoulders finally eased. She extended her hand and shook Gabriel’s politely. “Thank you for your hard work, Attorney Mitchell. The Administrative Departmen

This was the old military prison, a reinforced sector built before the collapse, designed to hold the most dangerous defectors of the tribal wars. At the end of a long, iron-plated corridor lined with heavy rivet seals, two elite Shadow Guards stood at absolute attention, their iron spears crossing over a narrow, reinforced steel door. At Regnar's approach, they immediately unlatched the heavy security bolts, the metallic screech of the iron hinges cutting through the suffocating quiet of the sector. Marcus, who has been locked up was scared the moment Ragnar and dominic entered the holding cell.