Novel & Cerita Space Marines Iron Warriors

“And if the path is there, and the cave is there? Who leads this team of ten? Who swims into a pirate den?” “I will.” The words came not from Leigh, but from Makil. He pushed away from the map, his gaze locked with hers. A challenge, and an acknowledgment. “I will lead it. Captain Arlen of the Eastern Scouts is here with the border report. He and nine of his best. They are trained for irregular, silent warfare.” “Your Highness, you cannot—” the admiral began.

"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

Warriors frozen mid-leap, their silver armor turning brittle and shattering as the Syndicate soldiers moved in with heavy hydraulic hammers. "No!" I slammed my fist against the console. "They’re using our own environment against us!" From the command deck of the drill, a figure emerged. Sarah stood on the observation platform, protected by a dome of Null-Glass. She was wearing a headset, her face twisted in a smirk of pure, vengeful triumph.

Maya spit these last words, and the crowd roared, some laughing, some howling with rage. Sasha said nothing. She stood there, fists clenched, her eyes darkening. “You will not disrespect our union.” Her voice was a menacing growl, though a poor imitation of an Alpha. “Don’t ever forget your place, Rogue.” The Warriors laughed. Encouraged by their support, Sasha pointed at the pair of them. “Warriors! Do not let a pair of filthy Rogues disrespect your Alpha and his TRUE Luna!” The Warriors, their anger reignited, surged forward once more. They yanked Maya over the railing, and she was lost in the crowd. All I could hear were her screams of terror.

The streets were deserted, the only sound the distant hum of traffic. "Stay close," she whispered to Donovan, her hand resting on the butt of her gun. Donovan nodded, his eyes locked on the warehouse. "You think this is a trap?" Miriam didn't answer, her gaze fixed on the entrance. She pushed open the creaking door, her gun at the ready. The interior was dimly lit, the air thick with dust and the stench of decay. Miriam's eyes adjusted slowly, and she made out the figure standing in the shadows.

Usually, you only need to worry about people from the outside, not the inside. "You won’t." I wanted to say more, but Elora had pooped and Leia had to go. The only thing we needed to worry about since I became Luna was securing the border against rogues. The Iron River pack didn’t really have a big rogue problem because they had let their pack be a place where rogues could reintegrate through Cyrus’ farm. There were the occasional rogues that tried to cross into the Iron River pack's territory, but they were always stopped in time. Their border was state of the art, former Alpha Osiris had built it after Beta Riker's death.

She was taken into Lara’s room, which was a masterpiece of construction. “Shall I help you get dressed?” asked Mrs. Rolex. "No, Mammy, I will dress myself up. Thanks.” Replied Ella. Ella knew how to get dressed for a battle, as her father was in the army. She was surprised to find that the werewolves wore the same camouflaged uniform as humans during the war. She wore light-weight body armor that she found in the dressing room, which would protect against bullets, and a soft vest of lightly woven laminated fiber to provide protection against handgun rounds, followed by the camouflaged uniform. Finally, she wore a helmet to protect her head.

He was glad that the guns had survived the virus because there was little to no technology available after the world fell. “How are the weapons?” Steve asked and nodded to the warriors as they bowed to him on one knee. “At peak condition,” Marcus answered proudly. “Rise, soldiers,” Steve said. He was not going to get used to this type of deference but he was not going to address it for now. There was no time. “How are the boarders?” Steve asked. “There are no signs of intruders,” Marcus answered. “Stay sharp and shoot anything that feels and look like an enemy,” Steve ordered. The warriors nodded silently. “Dismissed.”

March grabbed my upper arm and hauled me out of my seat. I tried to hide the pain that shot through my arm, but a soft groan escaped me. I felt my feet briefly leave the ground as he pulled me toward the door. The humid breeze outside sucked the unsteady breath from my lungs. Marcus let go of my arm and I stumbled against the outside railing leading up to the door. “Who is the Marine,” he spat. I straightened, but didn’t have a chance to answer when Marcus tumbled forward over the railing, landing on the gravel. Madden stood at the door. “Get in your vehicle, we’re leaving.”

The Arrival of the Iron-Kin Three days later, the sky over Aethel-Luna didn't turn violet or gold; it became the color of scorched oil. A fleet of ships emerged from the Fold. They were not the elegant needles of the Star-Callers. They were brutal slabs of black steel, covered in jagged sensors and venting radioactive steam. They resembled floating factories, built for one purpose: survival at any cost. As the lead flagship, the Ironside, descended over the valley, a broadcast bypassed every firewall in the city. A voice filled the air, cold and mechanical.