Infinity Warrior Novels & Stories

It's perfect for me because even with his larger build and greater strength, I'm a worthy opponent in human form. Drakon heads to the center of the room with his back to the egg. I want him as far away from Pepper's son as possible. Drakon's silver eyes give away his intent a second before he charges in low. I leap over him and turn. My foot is up and I land a solid kick to his back which sends him toward Pepper.

Adrian felt the pressure on his body intensifying, and he struggled to even stand. The assailant continued, "These warriors are all named after me, Loda. They’re the latest creations of Falconia, using live humans combined with steel and iron. Each one is equivalent to a level nine warrior. Ordinary level-nines might make mistakes, but they will not. Their brains are micro-computers that utilize the latest AI technology to analyze their opponent’s every move. “Also, the energy shield around you can adapt to your strength and characteristics, developing specialized strategies to counter them. That's why it can suppress someone as powerful as you. Now, how are you going to defeat me?"

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

Then a soft cough. Her father—gasping. Alive. Free. She ran to him, caught him before he fell. “Stay with me, please—stay.” His fingers weakly gripped hers. “You have to… stop him, Eden. He’s trying to activate the Core. The city failsafe. He wants to crash the grid… wipe everything.” Roman froze. “That’s not just a virus. That’s a reset. He’s going to collapse the entire infrastructure—global banking, energy, defense.”

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he

Hadeon killed my Grandmother and took over and when my mother found out and sent me away he killed her. I hate how everyone looks at me at the mention of these people as if this should affect me, but honestly they are just names to me. My parents were Verity and Marcus, my guardians, the people who brought me up showed me how to ride a bike and how to be the best warrior possible. I don’t voice this but I know Clay can feel how I am feeling. After a lovely lunch of stew and homemade bread we wish them a goodbye with the promise of returning once we figure things out. Tatun steps forward and gives Bellona a hug, he takes my hands next, once again he drops to one knee.

Outside, the air violently shattered. A deafening, mechanical shriek tore throcouncil sky as the distant human destroyers fired their railguns. But the automated Aegis grid didn't fail. High above the island, the defensive satellites Dominic had bought with his billions intercepted the kinetic slugs, detonating them in a spectacular, blinding canopy of white fire that illuminated the entire South Pacific. But the real threat was already on the ground. Down on the white sands of the north shore, the five ancient Lycan elders let out a synchronized, ear-splitting roar that shook the glass fortress to its very foundations.

My eyes rolled back. "Mm," I moaned. I felt every press of his fingers. It sent chills through my veins. A smile tugged across my lips. The next moment, I snapped out of it. I jumped off the bronze chair and turned swiftly to look into his eyes. Those blue piercing eyes were gone, replaced by deep crimson ones. "You aren't Mitchel," I said, trying to convince myself that everything he said was fake. "No matter what you think, I will remain Zarchios," he said.

The leader stared at him with his sharp gaze. Inferno nodded repeatedly, gnashing his teeth in anger. “I’m sure! This is precisely the man! His name is Zayn Larson and he is a special agent in Rheasia’s organization known as Insurgent Trifecta. He’s also the champion of the Martial Arts Cup. He’s renowned in the common world and he8s known as the most powerful genius of his time! “It was he who killed my son, so I’d recognize him even if he was turned to ash!” At this point, Inferno got down on both knees and said loudly, “I’m begging you to avenge my son, sir! I will be deeply grateful for your help!”

M. Wind howled like a grieving god. Below: the bunker. Built beneath the ruins of an old shepherd’s fortress. Camouflaged. Drenched in signal dampers. Powered by solar rotors and paranoia. Aria arrived with seven. Not an army. A crucifix. Vika, silent as a knife. Roji, with his drone swarm. Inez, loaded with magnesium grenades. Two twin snipers from Istanbul—code-named Ash and Echo (not the boy). A hacker known only as Juno, blacklisted in fifteen languages.