Martial God Space Novels & Stories

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

"Very well, bear with me, as I need to give you a bit of a history lesson. As I mentioned, my people have long been space farers and explorers, but we are first and foremost a warrior caste. In order to expend some of this aggressive energy, we've, over the millennia, become involved in many planetary skirmishes for other races who were being subjugated by violent outsiders." "So you're like space knights?" The blank look on his face told her he didn't understand. "Someone who defends the weak." He smiled, but it was a chilly look that made her shiver. "Sometimes we fight for honor, sometimes we are hired as mercenaries, and other times we fight because we like it." "Oh." Great, kidnapped by