Pacific Rim Uprising Gipsy Avenger Novels & Stories

Next, I logged into my personal account, created a new post, and hit publish. The information was shared across the entire internet. In less than ten minutes, the trending charts crashed completely. The tide of public opinion flipped in an instant, and outrage swept across the web. [A plot twist? That flight attendant is basically a murderer! She crushed someone's life-saving medicine and then tried to pin the blame on the innocent doctor!] [The Stafford family is disgusting. Their own hired doctor turned their heir into a vegetable, and they're blaming the Phantom Surgeon?]

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.

There has been no pain response. We crashed through a server rack, sparks flying. Ava pulled Liam back, shouting for Dominic to run. But Dominic remained frozen. Genesis was fighting to replace me, not for power. "I am not a glitch," he growled. "I am the final version." I slammed my elbow into his ribs—felt metal. Not armor. Structure. He hit back—once. My vision blurred. AVA "Julian!" I screamed into the comm.

Vanessa’s sharp voice cut through the heavy silence: “That’s... impossible. She’s dead. We saw her fall.” Damien’s dark eyes hardened, jaw tightening. “We thought she was dead... before.” A War Reborn The screen shifted, displaying satellite footage of something massive rising from the depths of the ocean—a warship-like structure, sleek and armored, deadlier than anything we’d ever faced. Suddenly, static crackled through the secured comms, breaking the fragile silence. "You thought you ended me... but I was never yours to kill..."

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.

Mar turned in mid air and landed next to the sniper. “You dare ignore me?!” hissed Venet as he sent a volley of sharp winds towards the two. “Vortex round!” Lilith cried, slamming a red bullet into her rifle in record speed and blasting it at the pissed out mage. A flaming vortex shot out of her weapon, getting bigger at it made its way towards Venet. It engulfed the wind he aimed at the two and got even bigger. The viper cursed as he jumped out of the way, only to see Mar standing right where he landed. Mar quickly jabbed the crest upon his chest, sending him hurling to the ground, his token in pieces.

Rerillion: Escape this world, Trevor, live for the both of us. Rerillion shakes his arm as he notices a woman approaching them. He' draws his pistol and aims it at the woman. Trevor turns his head as he accelerates faster to the sky. He sees the woman's description. She is wearing a dark grey military uniform heavily decorated with ribbons and honors. Voluptuous chest, slender arms and legs, perfectly proportionate body. This was all he saw before he disappeared. Rerillion: Commodore Romanov... Commodore Romanov: Vice Admiral... I mean, ex-vice admiral Gapes. You may have saved your World 75 version, but he will not survive for long.

Greg threw at him. "You see why I didn't want to talk about it? Look at people I call my friends, they can't even stand by me when I need them the most! Excuse me, I'm going first!" Tyler stalled away. He didn't mind his friends who were still looking at him as if he just peed on his pants and got into his car, then sped off. He won't go home, a long drive to clear his head is all he needed. *** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots.

" The only response was another upgraded armor-piercing RPG. BOOM! A crack spread across the Level 6 pickup's windshield. BOOM! A second hit. The windshield fractured into a spiderweb of cracks. Gareth stared at the glass about to shatter and sank into despair. He raised his head, looked at the man inside the black motorhome, and stammered through trembling lips, "You... what the hell are you..." The answer came in the form of a third upgraded armor-piercing RPG. Crack. The windshield shattered completely. "No! I have to save myself!" An idea struck Gareth. He spun around, ready to lunge into the cabin behind him. He'd grab one of the women as a hostage and use her to threaten his pursuer.