New Avenger Novels & Stories

She pointed at them with her stylus. "Meet your new squad. You will train together. The Two Moons are getting unstable again. Council thinks we have about three weeks before another surge." Aarav looked at them. Really looked. *The New Team:* *1. ZARA - 11, Hacker. Daughter of David and Riya.* Short, choppy hair, brown skin, laptop permanently glued to her hands. She could hack a moon signal tower with a toaster. She had inherited her father's sarcasm and her mother's temper. And she absolutely hated Aarav.

They disappeared because they were preparing their next move. His phone buzzed again. Confirmed. He appears to be heading toward Milan. Kane stared at the message. His anger settled into something colder. If Mona's father had left the country, finding him would be more complicated. But complicated didn't mean impossible. Kane reached for his phone and scrolled through his contacts. He stopped at one name. Enzo Alvarez. He hadn't spoken to Enzo in a while. He hadn't needed to. Their relationship had never been built on constant conversation. It was built on favors, debts, and the understanding that when one of them called, the other listened.

I held it up to his face. " Well, it is a burner phone. This is the only way we could communicate without being tracked. I also got one for myself so that we can keep in touch, especially when situations like this arise in the future. Isn't it cool?" His face glimmered. " This is 2022, perhaps you should look around more before tagging something cool doctor R." I scoffed and proceeded to my room, while still checking out the burner phone.

Male and female in red and purple, respectively. "Crimson and Violet, " she muttered. The two speedsters who worked with her to get out of the Speedrealm back when Nick was trapped in the realm and teamed up to take down the aliens during the invasion of 2010—the Berserker Apocalypse—as it is properly remembered. "Apparently, these two have been in New York for more than three years now," said Carter. "The last I saw them was after the apocalypse when the Spectre called them back into the Speedrealm," Carol added in a confused tone, "what the hell is the Speedrealm upto?"

The woman, who I presume to be AJ and Adrien's mom, directs her question at her son. Adrien chuckles at the idea of us being friends. "Please, Mom, now is not the time for jokes despite this guy's outfit." He stops smiling before introducing us to each other. "Mom, Dad, this is the famous Benley." He gestures over to his parents while looking at me. "And, Benley, take a good look, these are not your future in-laws." I'm going to kill this teenager! "Oh..." AJ's mom replies, not knowing how else to respond. She recovers and gets up quickly to greet me. "Hi, Anne," she tells me, offering me her hand to shake.

How to name it? Thomas looked at Mateo. “What do you want it to be called?” Mateo raised his head and said very firmly, “Let’s name it the ‘Avengers Club’!” Aquarius laughed. This kid must have watched too many Marvel movies. Although it sounded childish, the meaning was very clear. Vengeance. Right. It was to take revenge against the Art Trading Corporation and Supreme Club. Thomas nodded and said, “All right, let’s name it Avengers Club. You can take care of it.”

Miles snapped his fingers. “Take a raincheck, it’s besties night,” August grinned deviously. Miles let out a long, dramatic sigh. “God, I guess I can disappoint my perfect, wonderful, heaven-sent boyfriend for besties night.” Aiden facepalmed. August gave a wide smile. “Perfect. I will assemble the rest of the Avengers.” August slowly found his feet and left Aiden and Miles to themselves. Aiden laughed to himself. “I am not your boyfriend.”

“Those bastards! They will not get away with it!”, Stacy looked at the werewolves’ bodies lying all over the place. They were all dead including Jester, who had his throat ripped off and stared hollowly far ahead. As Stacy called his pack from now on, the Avengers, sniffed the place thoroughly, trying to discover what exactly happened there. The conclusion was not that obvious, since in addition to Michael’s smell there was a strange one - a new creature whom they’d never met before.

Carver's eyes darted between them, his voice cutting through the tension, "You two need to do better at hiding your discomfort here." Ava watched, almost mesmerized, as Carver transformed before her eyes. The man she knew, with all his internal battles and defenselessness, seamlessly morphed into the classic business mogul. His posture relaxed into a confident recline, his face adopting an expression of composed authority. His eyes, usually so expressive of his inner turmoil, now reflected a cool, calculating sharpness.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.