Novel & Cerita Space Marines Iron Warriors

“I’ve wanted to see what Western steel tastes like.” ​We burst from the palace gates into a city of chaos. The emerald sun was obscured by thick, oily black smoke from the Western cannons. The streets were a nightmare of half-flesh, half-stone. People who had just begun to wake from their jade slumber were being mowed down by Western marines in steam-pressurized exoskeletons. These were not soldiers; they were machines in human skin, their movements jerky and precise, their rifles spitting lead that hissed through the air. ​“They’re not aiming for tactical targets,” Cassian noted, parrying a spray of bullets with a wall of solid shadow. “They’re clearing the map. The High Admiral doesn’t wan

In the high tower behind me, I heard Lyra’s voice echo down the stone steps. "Contact," the whole-board reader said. "Grid is active. Painting targets." Miles inland, hidden behind the mountains, Cord’s forty Iron Voices were loaded and locked. In the deep keep, three hundred Firewalls closed their eyes and braced for the end of the world. And in the trenches above the beach, Zane drew his heavy, straight iron sword, the Long Carrier standing at the front of a line of a thousand silent wolves. The mapmaker on the beach had smiled because he thought he was fighting beasts.

Adrian swung his gun toward the stairwell. “Strike squad! They’ve found us!” Dozens of shadows surged upward hunters in silver armor, moving too fast and, too precise to be human. Crowe tilted his head slightly, silver light flashing in his eyes. “Not mine. They’re Silver Hounds bio-soldiers bred by Dr. Alaric.” Evelyn sprang up, thumbed the safety, and let three rapid rounds fly. One creature toppled, but instead of red the blood shimmered silver, hissing as it slicked across the concrete.

Adrian is sure Iris was too young to remember all those experiences, but Adrian and Titan sure would. “Okay guys, great effort,” Titan tells the warriors. “Let’s shift and go on the run.” Titan’s wolf, Mars, loves this part of training. Mars howls as the warriors shift. Adrian- Future Alpha Iris has requested a meeting. Titan- Who?’ Adrian- We can talk when you get back. Titan- Fine, we will talk when I get back. Mars leads the warriors at top speed. Adrian brings up the rear to encourage the slower warriors.

He smiled. "MK153 Shoulder-launched Multi-Purpose Assault Weapon. 83.5 Millimeter Rockets. 7.6 pounds. Maximum range 500 meters." I rattled the info off in one breath, tone, hard. As if schooling a poolee or a boot. I looked straight past him, remembering, wondering what it all meant. "Oorah," he said with a smile, blowing into his hands, the Marine coming out in him. I forced a smile on his behalf. He nodded in approval with a smile that told me he found comfort, someone who'd seen what he had. "What about you?"

Princess Death Row could see how Mark wasn’t fascinated by the suit he was about to put on, but she didn’t care. “Is this sh#t already on, or what?” Mark asked after stepping into the heavily armored suit and looking around for a power button. Mark’s large muscular frame fitted into the dark metallic robotic suit easily. The man felt a little surprised that sitting inside the suit reminded him of sitting in the driver’s seat of a classic 1986 Porsche 959 that he once owned. “Just lean your head back into the helmet part of the suit and the suit will activate,” Irena told Mark while folding her arms.

He had to train hard. As he arrived at the training grounds, he was greeted by the other elite warriors of the Moonpack Kingdom. They all respected him for his skills, and he was well-liked among them. Silas joined in the training, his movements quick and fluid. He sparred with some of the other warriors, showing off his skills and learning from them in return. The sound of swords clashing and bodies hitting the ground echoed around him.

“I’ll hold them off.” Reina nodded, and they quickly slipped out the back door. Russe turned to face the incoming men, drawing out his claws. “F*&k you!” He had faced many battles before, but he knew that this one would be different. These men were not like the shadowy figures in the forest. They were real humans, and they were armed.

said Hugo, Athen knew he can't waste time anymore and decided to wake up and get ready quickly, they both ate their breakfast and packed their bags and decided to head out. In front of them laid the big dense forest that was home to Barbarians, before entering the forest Hugo warned and told Athen about the Barbarians, "They are not to be considered humans just remember this" said Hugo, both of them was being careful with their every move, their were bears and mountain lions in forests too but they didn't possessed threat like barbarians, Hugo had fought Barbarians in many battles he knows their tactic, for Hugo Barbarians were not smart they was just animals.

Little T and Coin were sprawled out in the hallway leading to the office. Bulletholes riddled the walls, the liquor bottles behind the bar all shot to hell. Jake stepped over Nitro’s body, the anger raging in his veins. They’d been good men, all of them. Michelle had been their first lady, a woman that had always smiled and looked after all of them. He was beyond pissed off. He was ready to go to war. He pushed the office door open and clenched his fists. ‘Now we’ll take what is ours.’ It was sprawled on a piece of paper on Bandit’s desk. There were only two MC’s that wanted what the Warriors had. The Reapers and the Dogs. One of them attacked the clubhouse. Or both of them.