Space Marine Iron Warriors Novels & Stories

Splash! In an instant, the three warships were lifted out of the sea by a special cosmic rule. The seawater flowed out from the drainage ports of the warships. Hundreds of soldiers from Country Y were unable to stand due to the harsh rocking and rolling! The next second, the Imperial Preceptor clenched his hands! Boom! The three warships were squeezed into a deformed shape by a special spatial force. All the ammunition on the warships exploded! It looked like fireworks! With just one encounter, these three warships turned into three pieces of flattened scrap iron. Then, the Imperial Preceptor tossed them out by hand across ten thousand miles. They landed in the harbor of Country Y!

All he could do now was wait silently for his lord to return. Soon, the warships began to move, flying out of this planet’s atmosphere and into space. Their journey should have started here, and their battle should have been far from here; yet when they got out, the face of every warrior hardened, for a powerful presence bore down upon the warships. There was someone standing alone in the solitary space. He was unprotected from the chaotic energy that whipped this dark space, but his expression was as serene as a man who knew the future. His eyes were pitch black, and his hair as crimson as fiery blood. Before this man, the ships were forced to come to a halt; they were forced to face their

The iron wolf ram sheared through the western vessel’s plating with a horrific, grinding crunch, locking the two massive iron structures together mid-water. Before the western marines could even raise their pressurized steam-blades, Natalia and Dmitry launched themselves across the fractured gap, landing directly onto the enemy deck. The air on the western ship was suffocatingly hot, thick with the stench of burning coal. Dozens of heavily armored marines in diving suits rushed the bridge, but they were facing the raw, unbridled fury of a fully bound royal mate-bond. Dmitry fought like an unchained force of nature, his bone-lengthened claws tearing through the metal helmets of the guards, wh

When Jaymes Watten spotted the speedboat with Horatio and the others in it, there was a flash of disdain in his eyes. He felt that the Warriors from Dramon were overly confident. How could three of them challenge the entire aircraft carrier fleet? However, before he could even laugh, over 100 military ships from Dramon emerged from the seas. Jaymes was stunned. The glass of wine in his hand actually fell to the floor. "Ms. Alice, d-din't you say that we were only going against a traditional medicine doctor from Dramon?"

It did not matter even if today was my 18th birthday, I still had to go through my routine. To others I was still a kid but then I was the first female Beta ever since werewolves walked through the earth. I liked the feel of working amongst several male werewolves. It gave me a sense of equality and it was what I admired and craved for. "Align!!" I ordered, in a loud voice as I walked into the training grounds. The training grounds were not far from the borders of the pack. At my words, the soldiers that were scattered around formed a straight line. Their eyes were set straight and they stood ramrod straight.

She took the blade again and swiftly cut her wrist without showing even an ounce of pain on her face. The water began to color red and she lay there with her head on the edge, a serene smile played on her lips. One wondered is this how death feels? Like a happiness after ages? Like perfectly cold water after a long run? Like life was never meant to be? ***

Outside the panoramic viewport, the starry void began to violently distort, as if an invisible, colossal hand was tearing the fabric of space apart. Three massive, diamond-shaped cruisers materialized in the sector, bringing with them a suffocating, crushing aura of dread. They were once the proud, invincible warships of the Golden Empire, but now, their perfectly symmetrical hulls were shattered, dripping with a sickening, dark violet miasma. They looked like cosmic zombies, and their weapon arrays were dead-locked onto The Sovereign.

"Liam, siguraduhin mong ang makina ay hindi sasabog bago tayo makalampas sa buwan." ​"May tiwala ka dapat sa kapatid mo, Val," sagot ni Liam, bagaman bakas ang pait sa kanyang boses. Ang kanyang mga kamay ay dumi-disenyo ng isang Temporal Shield. "Ang Icarus Engine ay hindi lang pampabilis; kailangan nating 'itupi' ang space-time para makarating sa Mars sa loob ng tatlong oras. Kung gagamit tayo ng lumang rocket, aabutin tayo ng pito hanggang siyam na buwan—panahon na wala tayo." ​ANG PAMAMAALAM SA LUPA

POV EMMA BELLE The harbor was a graveyard of broken dreams and twisted metal. Malakai hadn't just brought ships; he had brought an industrial nightmare. From the bowels of the Dreadnought, a new horror had been unleashed: the Iron-Hollows. They were humanoid machines of brass and riveted steel, but they didn't run on coal. Their chest cavities glowed with a sickly, captive violet light—the siphoned essences of shifters who had been captured in the Western Isles.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male