Shield Nick Fury Novels & Stories

Gold and blue, black and silver, they tumbled through the air, smashing against each other in blinding speed. Above, Angelica pinned Fury against the wall, a hand at her throat. “You’re just a messenger,” Angelica spat bitterly. “You don’t get to play god.” Fury grinned, even as her feet dangled inches above the ground. “Like I said, I quit,” she grinned, and then Angelica surged gold power down her throat. Fury let out a scream that I felt in my soul before going silent. Angelica discarded her to the floor and landed gracefully next to the still body. Then her eyes snapped to me.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

I spoke as I lit my hands with blue flame, one of the hottest and powerful flames that will devour any type of flame, even if it is the vengeance spirit who is said to be ancient. I threw the flames and the place started to turn blue, ah...such a beautiful sight. I started to laugh but that was soon stopped as the flames slowly began to turn bright red. It's fighting. "THIS IS WHY I HATE ELEMENTAL USERS!" And as it shouted, red flames started to engulf my blue flames. I smirked, and so, my plan will work after all. I planned to make this stupid spirit irritated as soon as I realized that this is not any of the guardians. I started to gather half of my mana and release it to cause an explosio

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Looking through the large window, she saw an hotel across the parking lot, which she could easily set up in, but the random movement of people in the room meant that there a likelyhood that she would be obstructed while trying to hit her mark. “We’re raising the entry f*e for the third round to three hundred dollars.” The commentator announced. Surprisingly, Kimberly was still in the game, despite paying little attention to what was going on in front of her. She counted an extra hundred dollars worth of chips and pushed it across the board, just as the other three players had done. If she was to do a perfect job, she’ll have to make her shot when her target was still in the parking lot, whic

but a moment ago, Shasha's unexpected attack had made them panic. They were holding their breaths while watching the series of events happening downstairs because any wrong move could prove fatal. Nick wanted to rush for Fuoco's help because he knew her real identity and what was at stake if something happened to her but he was tied to the promise he had made to her before execution of this plan. He knew Fuoco was a skilled fighter and she would come out of this unharmed, but a moment ago, the unexpected attack that Shasha launched on Fuoco had shaken him to the core. It was Fuoco's agility and great combat skills that made her have an upper hand as Shasha had no fighting skills because she

Shaun was absolutely livid. He had no more reason to hold back, he unleashed the full scales of his power. An Agile of level five was a terrible foe to have! Facing Shaun’s full-on attack, Zephyr had no chance of defending himself. He was about to be turned into a sandbag and be abused by Shaun.

Dylan Fairway “What the fuck do you mean she has disappeared again?” I growl as this stupid fucker shifts from one foot to another nervously. “All you had to do was watch her” I snapped as I throw my desk chair over the room. He bends his neck in submission “Sorry Alpha”

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

"Your employment with the Fury organization as a mascot is over." The floor shifted under me. "You cannot do that." "I'm the head coach. I absolutely can." No contract. No access. No story. No story means no byline, no income, no way out of the hole Derek buried me in when he torched my column. I moved to Miami with four hundred dollars and a plan. This was the plan. There was no backup plan. "You are ruining my life," I said. "We're fixing it," Gavin said. Like those were the same thing.