Gundam Novels & Stories

“Oh, you’re a master class?” Mar asked Sgt. Matthew Owen with interest. “What’s that?” asked Johan. “That means he had finished all the classes under elemental weapons,” Lilith explained. “2nd Lt. Gunnar, likewise, is a Sword Master, Rapier Class.” “Great! Let’s go!” said Dorin who was beginning to loose patience. “Wait, aren’t you going to bring any weapons?!” Sgt. Matthew Owen asked him. “I got my sword.” answered Mar, touching the rapier on her left hip.

said Hazel. Squad 105 have no words when realizing the hidden power of their weapons. “Unlike other weapon, GRD-class and GLT-class are the only weapon that can transform Plasma Blade and Rail Gun at once.” Said Stevan. “This bow was made from two Plasma Blade … is it called a bow?” said Dallas. “Off course a bow, you still shooting arrows from it. But if you add Rail Gun while releasing your Encoded Weapon, it will change to crossbow.” Said Lucas.

I added "I will catch up soon." " No destiny Its too dangerous we don't know what are those " lex finally said and I smiled at him. "I'll be OK " I replied. "I'll help" june said and I nodded. "Be fine for me " kelvin mumbled and I nodded. I release a deep sigh and closed my eyes for a split second. When I opened them, water started pouring out of my hands, pushing back all the monsters. June started fighting them like a pro, slashing her sword Into there skin but the weren't dying.

When he opened it, one of the most powerful handguns in the world was there, a Freedom Arms Model83, 475 Linebaugh gun. He holds it and points it at the wall in front of him as if Kristina was there. He smiled and then checked the other weapons inside the luggage including the silencer. Ring! Ring! His phone rings... He answered, "Yes hello. I already have your gift. Thank you. My fingers were so itchy to use it." "There's also a bulletproof vest Boss, wear it," the person on the other line informed him. "Got it. How many people do we have to accompany me ?" he asked.

Alex stood for a while staring at it like it was some magical chariot that descended right from the sky. She hadn't seen any cars at Luna land, though she had seen pictures of them in her school books, at the werewolf training academy, she had never actually seen any real one. The means of transportation at luna land were mostly horses, sometimes donkeys, and for very far journeys, camels. Only the super-rich got the privilege of getting very fancy chariots, which Alexander thought were extraordinarily beautiful each time she saw one. Alfred watched them get to the bus, he wanted to stay longer, perhaps wait and watch them leave, but he knew with the way he was hurting that he could ruin thi

he spat venom. A/N: so I know it's been such a worry as to what Mia meant by getting herself within the clutches of Tartal but next chapter is Mia's point of view. By the way, a little break for me to look up this name 'Tartal'. I want to know the country that bears it. Seen in an ancient kdrama, a Korean answering the name.

existence. Avery Vane-Thorne stood on the crumbling concrete of the Detroit docks, watching as a massive, armored carrier—devoid of any pearl-stone or chitin—anchored in the oily water. The ship was a slab of weathered titanium and lead, shielded against the "Somatic-Frequencies" that had defined the rest of the planet for fifty years.

"Purging biomass. Reclaiming hardware." From the underbelly of the massive Dreadnought, thousands of black streaks plummeted toward the earth like a meteor shower. They were "Void-Pods"—drop pods designed to deploy the Creators' shock troops: the Void-Hounds, twisted amalgamations of cloned flesh and cybernetic weaponry. "They’re trying to overwhelm the Dome's shields before the main cannon fires," Scarlett analyzed, her fingers flying across the Stellar Navigator while her jade brush painted frantic, glowing golden runes in the air. "System! Reroute all auxiliary power to the Nine-Heavens Defense Array!"

~DAISY~ After the movie, I kept arguing with Bryan as we drove home. It was to 10pm already but we were raising our voices as if it was morning. I did all I could to avoid Dave after the movie; and fortunately I escaped. "Am so annoyed with Franco. He was suppose to live but go carried away by a girl. How pathetic." I spoke and crossed my hands reminiscing on the film. "Franco was the main character, he was suppose to survive in the jungle game but fell for a stranger and she ended up making him die."

Low and resonant and unmistakable, like a tuning fork struck against the exact note your bones were made of. I knew what it was before I unwrapped it. My hands weren't entirely steady when I pulled the cloth back. The angel blade lay in my palms, gleaming in the seal room's low light, its edge catching something that wasn't quite the light in the room, something that came from the seal itself, from my own brand pulsing at the back of my neck in recognition. It was warm. It fit my grip the way things fit that were made for you specifically, the way nothing else quite manages. I heard Brianna exhale. I heard Drake make a sound that was, for Drake, the equivalent of dropping his composure entir