Ova Gundam Novels & Stories

Kael stammered. The three Vanguard mechs rushed to the racks, their heavy mechanical hands frantically grabbing the glowing Star-forged Cores and the crates of liquid-metal Class-Omega armor. They piled the priceless alien ordnance onto the localized anti-gravity sleds they had dragged from the transport skiff.

I say. He rewinds it, playing it slower, frame by frame. “Go after the impact.” I say, the truck pulls away, fast Like nothing happened. “Enhance it,” the hacker's fingers move quickly. Image sharpens, and then details become clearer, and the truck model becomes clearer. “That's a Collins - series Obsidian,” he mutters, "I know that. “ Military-grade reinforcement.” I lean forward slightly, eyes narrowing, “How many exist?” “Fifty, maybe less , all the registered,”

The scenario just felt so spontaneous. I never thought I'd ever find myself here, talking to these men, these soldiers, these broken people. I never imagined there was any other Omega besides Myra. Because I never knew what had happened... "I need you to help me find more Omegas..." I said now. And their faces all dropped in shock as they looked at me. "I know it might seem a daredevil task but what we need is to build an army..." I explained "I can't save your people alone, I need more of you, to show you're worth saving..."

Adam's eyes glinted with enthusiasm Man the bugger didn't know just when to fuck off, if only just if only "My mother" Luciano's reply came through gritted teeth "to be assisted by Jordan" Without waiting to hear his further complaints, he'd stormed off, looking to placate his future mate. ***** Glossary Avian- Winged Shifter species Lupine- Land based shifter species mainly Wolvish in nature

The rain had just tapered off, leaving the road a slick, treacherous slurry of wet dirt. I hit the muddy ground hard, my fingers clawing for traction, only to slide back down again and again. Carter didn't move. He sat in the idling SUV, watching my struggle through the window with a face like stone. "See that, Selene?" he called out, his voice dripping with disdain. "Without me, you can't even pull yourself out of the gutter. Go ahead—break the bond and walk away. Tell me, where does an unprotected Omega go in a world like this?"

In the distance, I could hear a howl—a rogue wolf on the edge of the city, paying tribute to the moon. I looked up at the moon. An Omega had been wronged. And the Goddess had given her the strength to claim her justice.

His speed and his strength—Gideon had dismissed them all like they were nothing with just two damn fingers. Owen wondered who the hell Gideon was. Before Owen could recover, Gideon's fingers tightened. The dagger shattered into pieces, sending Owen stumbling backward. It was worth noting that Owen's dagger was no ordinary weapon. It was forged from deep-sea refined iron. It was incredibly durable, capable of slicing through metal as if it were mere clay. Once a prized treasure in the Black Sky Organization's vault, it had been awarded to him as a reward for flawlessly completing an S-tier mission. The dagger had claimed the lives of countless high-profile targets, leaving a trail of formidab

There was indeed a way out, and it would ensure they left this estate unscathed. Swerving to his men, he ordered confidently. "Every gamma on ground is to cover for me and my family while we make our escape." He noticed the uncertainty in his henchmen's countenance, and understandably so. He was asking them to fight a mythical being believed to be as strong as a hundred alphas, after all. However, this was no time for cowardice. And he certainly couldn't afford it from the people that would determine the success of his plan. Closing his eyes, he waited two beats before opening them back up. When he did, his irises were no longer dark brown, but a glowing bright red.

When the strike came, she dodged it, and cornered him. Then, suddenly, her claws flared. It wasn't the usual claw, not the type to be hidden. It came out blazing molten silver, big enough for the smallest pup to see from the upper level. The warrior staggered back, shock evident on his face. Then, the little Omega rose, her shoulders rising with her, eyes glowing violet. The crowd erupted in shock. Some were amazed, while others wallowed in unbelief. “Impossible! That's not happening!” Cael hissed in shock also.

Known as the Sentinels. "Oswald Vanguard finally withdrew, but he gave the muzzle of his war missile to an emotionally unstable little girl," said Sentinel One, a white man in a four-star military suit. On the giant screen in front of him, satellite photos of the ruins of the Ordo Draconis Cathedral in Europe and the charred Al-Khabith oil refinery were displayed.