Rocketpower Novels & Stories

She lowered her eyes. A brief, awkward silence followed before Dev decided to keep the conversation going. “Remember Rocky, the German Shepherd?” “Uh-huh.” “Well, he didn’t stay on much after dad passed away.” “Where’d he go?” “Um… he too... crossed that ‘bridge’ you were talking about?” He air-quoted. “Oh, that’s… so bad.” Was he being funny? “Yes, it is. I’m sure that he’s in a great place though.” “True,” she commented.

“Boss, everything is ready.” Ivan nodded, and the group began to move away. Jennifer saw such a scene for the first time, black cars like powerful night leopards moving in rows, armed with top-notch guns and ammunition. So this is the power and power of the underworld? Jennifer looked around excitedly, she felt very proud to follow Ivan. “This car is nice.” Will smiled, he was in the driver's seat, beside Kate. The back seats are Ivan and Jennifer. “Not only is it beautiful, but it is also bulletproof.”

As soon as Micah flattens the two death gods threatening us, I spin around to find Tomas, Puck, and Jai. Both Elite wolves are guarding Puck, who’s seated on the ground. Magic shimmers around him—so different from that of the witches. He draws his power directly from a god, and that’s part of what draws the two of us together. Puck is trying to open a portal. Jai and Tomas are holding the line. Micah and I rush to help, but Tomas shouts, “Fire! We need to set up a fire along the perimeters. Light this fucker up!”

The energies within the power plant burst forth from the small rupture, and caused the whole thing to explode from the inside. The other two came charging in, and wove evasively as they neared the Ravens. And once they reached 1000 meters, fired back with their shoulder-mounted rocket pods. More than a dozen rockets came at the Ravens, streams of vapor followed in their wake. They slammed into the titacrete highway and buildings all around as the Ravens dodged them with evasive weaving.

“And trust me victor, he could use a little stepping on.” Victor chuckled. “You both haven't figured it out still?” “it's going to take a whole lot to figuring out our situation.” That got a laugh out of him, and then he gestured for me to continue. “All right then, tell me what this is really about.” I opened my folder immediately and slid a few printouts across the table. “You have invested in his new motorcycle project, right?” He nodded cautiously. “Well,” I said, “I have something better. Carter's Engineering. They have been developing an electric motor system designed for performance bikes clean, fast, and smarter than anything Theo’s team has even drawn on a whiteboard.”

"I don't have money, Deacon. My accounts were 'System-Purged' in Brooklyn." "Money is just paper dreams, boy," the Deacon spat, his eyes gleaming in the lantern light. "Here, we value 'Torque.' The atmospheric shield that keeps the drones away? It doesn't run on solar or wind. It runs on a gravity-fed turbine at the bottom of the 'Devil’s Sinkhole.' The gears are jammed with river silt and iron-rot. If the turbine stops, the shield falls. If the shield falls, the Matriarch sees us all."

that didn't burn the skin but froze the air in the lungs of anyone nearby. The Red Steam Mechanic: Unlike Malakor's traditional coal engines, which rely on external combustion, Lyra’s "Red Steam" operates on a Closed-Loop Spiritual Rankine Cycle. The "Boiler" is the heart of the shifter, the "Working Fluid" is the shared intent of the pack, and the "Condenser" is the grounding earth of the North. By cutting the Bond, the Null-Generators were effectively removing the "Heat Source" from the engine.

"Jumping right into it, are you? Fair enough. I guess there's no hiding anymore what we are. A pack is what we call a group of Lycans who live together under the rule of an alpha." "So, what, you share a house, and one guy makes up the rules?" A chuckle rumbled forth. "Not quite, baby. We tend to live on compounds, fairly self-sufficient ones, where we use solar energy and wind to create electricity, draw our water from wells, and where each family has its own house." "Like the Amish," she supplied, trying to picture in her mind what exactly she'd encounter.

he replies smoothly, just as the Orbot shines a torch on the side of the ship, signaling us forward. “I’ll give it to him—hell of a loyal driver,” the talkative jake murmurs as we follow. I almost wonder where the Orbot learned to handle a ship. Surely that wasn’t part of the résumé when I hired him four years ago. “Yes,” I admit. “He is.” “You should give him a raise.” I ignore the comment, keeping my eyes on the planks so I don’t fall into the water. “You sure this is your ship?” I press again.

I wobble on my feet, completely exhausted but manage to keep the stray wolf firmly in a chokehold. He lets out a cruel laughter, like his teammates dead around him didn't mean anything. "You fight a losing battle. We have a weapon that can kill an immortal." He throws his head back, letting out a hysterical laugh. "You fight a losing battle, mortals!" Ryker's hand extends into a claw, which he plunges into the man's side. I let go of him, watching the last of the rogues crumble to the floor. "They drive me fucking mad," Ryker mutters, walking away, barking out orders to Ragnar's minions.