Pacific Rim Uprising Gipsy Avenger Novels & Stories

Gabriel Lawrence gnashed his teeth as he gripped the ship’s railing with one hand and balanced the spyglass with the other, watching the enemy ship coming toward them. All the crew on The Avenger scrambled into action as Gabe shouted orders over his shoulder. The Avenger was a fast ship, which is why it was perfect for his needs which was to assist Prince Regent with ridding all of Napoleon spies.

With a wave of his hand, the bodyguards lifted me up and forced me into a black business van waiting downstairs. A few hours later, I was brought to the ICU of Scallow City's Goldson Hospital. Through the glass, William lay covered in tubes, the monitors beside him emitting sharp, continuous alarms. "His heart rate is dropping! Blood pressure is barely detectable!" Several specialists surrounded the bed, drenched in sweat but completely helpless. "The Phantom Surgeon is here!" The Stafford family's butler pushed through the crowd and pulled me to the front. At the end of the corridor, an elderly man with silver hair strode toward us, leaning on a cane, his presence imposing.

The delicate jewelry slipped through her trembling fingers, and she could almost feel the robber's patience wearing thin. "Hurry up! Don't make me wait." His voice snapped from behind, his breath sending shivers down her spine. Ava finally managed to unhook her bracelet, the metal cool against her skin as she held it out behind her, arm trembling with the effort. Then, something changed. The knife disappeared from her throat. There was a sudden, violent noise—a grunt of pain, followed by the unmistakable sound of fists connecting with flesh. Ava spun around to see a chaotic struggle unfolding before her.

"You said that I'd be a coward if I didn't answer, but don't worry, the wings I'm gonna tear apart are not yours." Erick stood on guard, one hand on his dagger, looking more and more anxious, It was rather abnormal to imagine a powerful DPS frightened by a low-class debuff, even a so-called Avatar, but in the world of emissaries, evolution gave us another remarkable talent: our instinct, sometimes, without a sign, our body would be on alert in front of a dangerous force, like bloodlust. In comparison, the situation for Erick was like a wolf swimming in black water, infested with all types of reptiles.

I trained my body for years, cultivated my mind, and above all, hardened my heart not to feel any compassion for Alexander Will Bennett. My name is Ava Smith, I'm twenty-four years old, and I hold a degree in economics. I speak five languages: French, English, Spanish, German, and Italian. Tall, with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles on my face, I possess striking beauty. I am powerful, dangerous, and can have any man I desire eating out of my hand.

A loud voice echoed throughout the blur of the colours, making me flinch. I have to run... But my legs felt like it was made out of stone, they weren't moving. Suddenly, a man with hauntingly beautiful turquoise eyes emerged from the azimuth of the frightening shades that surrounded me. He had an unforgiving looks plastered on him, his jaw clipped, fists clenched. He didn't look any less than a goliath. He advanced to me, like a predator. Help... I gasped like a fish out of the water. I couldn't breathe.

Lucas turned just in time to notice the blurred figure of Natasha zooming towards Bianca. "Natasha?" Bianca gasped right before Natasha grabbed her and jumped out of the way, missing the truck. One of the men in the truck opened fire when the scarlet speedster suddenly sprang on top of the windshield. The other one—the woman—was in the back of the truck where the metal box was. "I found it!" she said, speaking through an earpiece. "Careful, it's plutonium!" came the other speedster right before he struck out a fist, breaking the windshield and grabbing at the wheel.

Threatening a grown man—especially one larger than me—tended to enrage them. Sure enough, he lunged at me. “You bitch! I thought we could negotiate, but it seems you’ve got a death wish!” He attacked, just as I predicted. Tsk. A man’s pride really is something. What our Alpha hadn’t told him was this: Never mess with the Gamma’s daughter. “You bitch! Die!” He threw a punch at me—a pathetic move. “Sir!” I caught his fist effortlessly. It felt as weak as a toddler’s. “Wh-what? How did you—?” He stammered, staring at his wrist being twisted.

"They are obviously all from the past." Brodi nodded and chewed the inside of his cheek in thought. His Beta was right, but why were they here? And how had so many made the journey? Suddenly, a battle cry had their heads jerking up just in time to see a tall, platinum-blonde woman come rushing at them, a dagger raised to strike. Brodi stepped to the side and disarmed her, but it was not without effort. She was strong and she fought his hold like a wild thing.

"And that same feeling was the last I had with Pim. I appreciate you giving me another chance for revenge. But my life is consumed by one purpose – to avenge that bastard murderer, Undre." As Ravyn spoke, a gray aura exploded around her, fueled by her anger upon recalling Undre's smug face on that fateful night of fire. The fluctuating gray aura became steady and enveloped her figure. Jae was taken aback by what he had just heard from Ravyn. …What? Pim was killed?… *Crash!* In her rage, Ravyn's hand grabbed Jae, who was stunned and defenseless, and slammed him hard against the grassy garden floor. Her awakened Sika abilities amplified her strength, burying Jae several inches deep into the gr