Space Marine Iron Warriors Novels & Stories

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ

As they began to weave their way through the buildings, Lyric saw many impressively built Merfolk carrying weaponry – some as simple as the spear that Niarthen carried, but others that she could only identify as weapons by the position of the body, and the way the person wearing them moved – that certain aura of someone trained in the military and performing their rounds. This was a military installation. She had known that, but knowing and seeing were different things. She wondered if the Mer had enemies amongst themselves, or whether all this existed just because of the ever-present threat of the humans. As they moved through the buildings, she saw what could only be garages - with large v

I had been charged with leading many trainings such as this one before, but not only was this my first one as the official Field Marshall, there was one particular recruit I was hoping to gain more insight on. As I approached the training grounds I could see that some of the torches had already been lit. Even though Dhampirs had heightened senses and could see relatively well in the dark, we preferred to keep the grounds lit to avoid any accidents. We were wielding a variety of large, metal weapons after all. In the distance, I could see a familiar face prepping one of the fire pits. I considered sneaking up behind him and scaring the piss out of him, I did enjoy turning his face the same co

After an hour, Ding Hao and the rest finally entered the territory of Earth Province. Less than 30 minutes later, an earth-shattering roar came from below, and the air was filled with a stunning energy fluctuation and the smell of smoke. Ding Hao and the others looked up and saw five huge black warships quietly floating in the distant sky. Obviously, they were mercenaries from the Land of Divine Grace. The five huge warships covered half of the sky like dark clouds. The Puissant Power Cannons on the bows of the ships were shooting out beams of light, mercilessly bombarding the giant city below.

I don't hear your thoughts about Amy, maybe because i don't want to-' Irene added. 'I only hear the things you want me to hear. I hear your mind and it's vulnerabilities. Longing' She said. 'what do you mean by you d-' 'get some sleep, Zachary' She urged and he turned around with a smile before he closed his eyes. × 'what if this was superpower shit?' Irene asked, as he walked down the school halls- 'like we're the only ones in the world that could do this-' She continued. 'we could make money off it. Team up to rob a bank' Zach smiled, his hands on each strap of his backpack as he made his way down the hallway.

And all I can do is stand there and cry. *** Chase. Hours later... Sunday, 14th February. 3am. Music pulses faintly through the ornate walls of Marv Bowman’s ridiculously opulent bedroom. Downstairs, the party is alive. Marv celebrating his latest corporate victory. A few hours ago, he secured a major contract to manufacture warships for the naval units of two countries. A handsome payment came through our bank. I remember watching his press conference earlier. His smug face. His polished smile.

They didn't have the heavy, impenetrable shielding of the Behemoth, but they were incredibly fast, armed with shoulder-mounted missile pods and twin chain-guns. Six Raptors deployed simultaneously, immediately laying down a terrifying barrage of suppressing fire that chewed through the Ironhead barricades. "Heavy armor in the square!" an Ironhead ganger screamed, pinned down behind a shattered fountain as a barrage of micro-missiles obliterated the marble statue above him.

The wound on her face was bandaged, but her eyes were filled with terror. "How are the warriors?" Liam asked. "Bad," a subordinate reported. "Twelve have completely lost control. We had to use tranq guns. Another six are in the med-bay with high fevers." "Damn it!" Liam slammed his fist on the desk. "Alpha, should we contact Harper?" the subordinate suggested carefully. "Maybe she really has a solution—" "No!" Liam roared. "I will never bow to that traitor!" He stood up and paced the room.

85 ANNALISE The night was charged with energy, an electric tension crackling in the air as I floated above the two armies, suspended under the eerie glow of the blood-red moon. Below me, warriors lined up, their faces a mix of fear and determination. I could feel their anxiety swirling like a storm. Marcus and Spencer stood at the forefront, their expressions betraying their confidence.