Infinite Stratos Novels & Stories

said Corona. “Inkcanius Splatoonus, is one inkling you don’t want to mess with, he created the Infinitiverse with his own fingertips. Not mention he can match anymore regardless if the enemy is strong or not” Sasuke explained. Corona was shocked “wait I’m dealing with an god!?” said Corona. “Yes, you are and once you pissed off a god, he will use his full wrath to anyone that threatens his Inifinitiverse or his creations” said Sasuke.

"We’ve started the Infinite League. Every branch will have its own team, its own physics, its own story. And the Sovereign Valley is the heart of it all." Elara looked at her team. They were tired, their gear was stained with moss and soot, and their "God-Power" was gone. But as she looked at the kaleidoscopic sky, she saw a future that was no longer a "Perfect" golden cage. It was a messy, sprawling, unpredictable forest of possibilities. "We’ve got a lot of branches to visit," Elara said, a grin breaking across her face. "And I want to see every single one of them."

A list of locations and GPS coordinates fed through his brain. “In four hours, we can buy phones and get a car. In the meantime, let’s find food and shelter.” Thanks to his last trip, he had plenty of human currency on his person. Fifty thousand dollars should be enough for a human month? It depended on inflation, but Stralath also had human colleagues to help. The first order of business? Meeting the NIRL Earth representatives. Like his father, Stralath had worked for the Nebula Infinite Realm League for most of his life. Without the intergalactic league, there wouldn't be order and healing in the universe.

"I have an announcement to make. As you all know, our pack has been without a Luna for a while now. But tonight, I proudly present to you our new Luna, Lyra!" The pack erupted into cheers and applause, their faces beaming with excitement. I forced a smile, trying to hide my discomfort. Sage's hand wrapped around mine, pulling me closer as he led me to the center of the dance floor. The music began with a slow melody that seemed to match the rhythm of my heart. Sage's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze piercing as we swayed to the music. I felt like a puppet on strings, dancing to his tune. As the dance went on he didn’t say a word but stared deep within my soul making my heart hammer, Sage's vo

Two seats down, an older omega is already sweating through his shirt; I can smell the sour panic from here. Mira doesn’t shout. She never does. Instead, she threads her gloved fingers together, knuckles pale under the thin leather, and says in a voice so soft it nearly evaporates: “Exile would satisfy the prophecy, Elder Soren. No need for blood. Let the Stray Moon go, beyond our borders. If it’s meant to end us, it will do so without staining the stone.” Her words are all silk, but I see the tremor as she tugs at the seam of her glove, a nervous loop she can’t stop once it’s started. The chain of command is visible in gestures like that, and I know every one.

*** The roar of fighter jets echoed through the sky as a series of jets with long trails flew in from the distance. "The Godkey is in jet number four! Get it, hurry!" Javier's team had arrived, and the jets circled overhead, unable to find a landing spot. "Nova!" Helen called out. "On it!" Nova looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. "Strider, give me a hand!" Strider nodded. Nova leaped onto Strider's shoulder. With a powerful thrust from Strider, she was catapulted a hundred meters into the air. As she jumped, jet number four ejected, and the Godkey engraved with countless runes popped out from the aircraft.

DRAKE I've been discharged and now I can finally get out of this damn hospital. The thought of spending another day in bed here just makes me sick. My driver and Carina came to pick me up. She has been the best and very supportive, I didn't make a mistake falling in love with her. There's just still one problem I have and that's the idiot disturbing her. I will not share her with anyone. How dare he touch what's mine? I'm going to find him, when I do I will make him swallow his breath.

But over the last year, they promoted him to general. Second, The AD (Assassin Division) is in charge of getting rid of everyone and everything that gets in La Reu's way. The head of the AD is Mr. Stryker, a bulky guy with tanned skin that always got a knife hidden in his boot. Others might not notice, but as one of the SD's best agents, I do.

"I thought you were sleeping." "Hard to sleep with all that mumbling," Damien teased. — Oh , damn it. Sorry. It's a bad habit. - Don't worry. But I'm curious. Does a strawberry parfait cost six thousand dollars? She flipped through the pages and he looked down at a milkshake-colored lace slip. Of Strawberry. He let out a whistle. "That's ridiculous." Her sagging lines made him think of melted ice cream, and yet there was a big thing at the waist, which was probably a bow, but it looked like a bow.

Then both mother and daughter enters in a house having name plate of 'Siddiqui' After entering the house, Zoya gives Mehak a bath then says "I'll bring lunch for you." Zoya enters in the kitchen when her phone rings, she receives the call "Hello" On the other side of the phone the man says "Zoya ma'am, your work is done." Zoya smirks and he continues "A court letter is sent to Verma's dairy products industry and now it will be closed soon." Listening to his words Zoya frowns "I asked for his construction industry then why did you send him a letter for dairy products?"