Martial God Space Novels & Stories

" The thunderous roar drained the color from the faces of Velda and every Mercer Group employee present. She tried to step forward and explain, but I raised my hand and cut her off. "Save it. You lost the right to speak to us the moment you let Jude dig up my parents' graves." Gunthar walked up to me and swept the red cloth off the plaque, revealing the bold, gliding words dancing across the wood. "Sword of the nation, guardian of the people." "Company, attention! Render salute to the First-Class Meritorious Hero of Talon Unit, Callan Wright!"

Lycan asked, sensing my shift. "I don't know. Just... a bad feeling. Like something is about to happen." Three days later, someone came to the palace to see me. It was **Marco**, the Beta of the Moonlight Pack. "Head Healer Halen," Marco said respectfully. "I’m here on behalf of the pack." "The Moonlight Pack? What do you want?" Marco hesitated. "It’s about... the former Alpha, Domine. He’s very ill. Silver poisoning. The doctors say he only has three months left."

Warren of Bane pack nervously began to pace once again, running his hands through his waves of hair. " What is all the commotion?" A warm breeze suddenly washed over Makaria and the other skin, goose bumps pebbling their skin at the voice of such authority. Their goddess appeared suddenly along with her animal companions, all in their ferocious, saliva dripping glory. She was a sight to be hold in her moonlight cream tunic with her dangling weapons tied like a sash around her waist. " We are watching a tragedy of Warren and Pomelia take place my goddess," Callisto chuckled as the few other around Makaria began to slip away, making way for thier goddess.

“Why are you thinking about this like marriage and babies?” “Because they all do the same. Just like Graham, cool with it and then want you to quit. I don’t want to quit.” “Then don’t! You’re really reading way too much into this; you definitely need to get laid. He could just be a good fuck and you don’t owe him shit.” I nodded. She was right. We made our way onto the stage after the MC introduced us. “Special one night only! Princess and Misty!” Yep Latisha’s work name was Misty. Fucking awful. The music kicked in and we did what we always do, put on a show. We’d been best friends for years now and were both straight as an arrow so we felt each other up like we were making a cup of tea. As

He had to keep telling himself that he was out in the deepness of space, brawling with a robotic bad boy. He laughed a little on the inside, thinking how his fight with 2Pac made him feel trapped in one of his son’s PlayStation video games. He thought back on how he would play Fallout: Genocide, Mortal Kombat: Wrath Of The Gods, and Assassin’s Creed 11, with his son. Mark felt like he was inside a real-life video game trying to fight for his boy and praying to God not to die.

“Even the Moon Readers can’t explain it.” Tharion paced like a caged animal fighting his doubts and fears. He knew the war would be lost without the Goddess Warrior or the Tiger Warrior. Tharion’s mind link to Kaelan crackled with static—battle preparations were already underway, but the moment Kaelan caught the edges of Kaplan’s pain through the bond, his response was immediate. Hold on. I’m coming.

Lizz said her face dropping, hurriedly adding in when she saw the sullen looks on the women’s faces, “I don’t recognise the region of space, but I can almost pinpoint where it is to try a portal.” “You can’t portal there.” “Says who?” Marcia snapped, turning to face the accuser. “I feel your pain,” Markus said, lifting a piece of armour that was taken from the lower half of Yumi’s corpse, “This armour belongs to General Christopher’s spirit army. Marcia, you know we can’t portal there safely without a solid entry point. Word has been sent, but it will take weeks.”

In the moonstones kissed quickly and tucked back beneath armor as if no one would notice. A few warriors stared out into the darkness beyond the walls, eyes narrowed, daring whatever waited out there to come closer… even as their stomachs twisted and their hearts pounded forcefully in their chests. They stood tall. They stood proud. They stood ready. Because none of them would admit the truth aloud. They were not preparing for a normal enemy. They were preparing for Lucien. For the Alpha God of War. And deep down, beneath the armor and the bravado, every single one of them felt it…

The one man says to me as he unlocked the cell and motioned to my wolf to follow him. My mind began to wonder what he meant by “It’s time” but when we entered a larger room that looked like a training area, I knew what he meant. Looking around the room I see cells lined up against the wall and in them where all the hybrids that I had captured from the bus but then I noticed more cells lining the further wall and even more hybrids accommodated them. Quickly I began to count the number of hybrids he had and there was a good four dozen. Thankfully not all the hybrids had matured yet and we didn’t get all the ones that had come to Ridge Moon territory giving my brother and them a better chance a

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!