Spartan Space Marine Novels & Stories

He looked very tired and his eyes were red because he had not slept for a long time. His second in command, a vampire named Jack, walked over to him with a worried look on his face. Jack was very loyal and he had been with Lucas for over a hundred years. He sat down on the ground near his leader and waited for a moment before he started to speak about the mission.

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.

I ask because I really want to know. She swallows, "oh no doubt I'm starving, but this," she points the fork to the food, "it's amazing." I smile at her and continue, "there is a title that is right next to mine, but we'll come back to that," she nods and continues eating. "Next is Beta Chris, he's my second in command, he provide support and intell, like the VP of a human company. His mate is Beta Cynthia, my sister. Then there is Gamma Steve and he's mated to Leah and her title is Gamma Leah. So the Beta and Gamma work directly under me. The Gamma is like the head of our Army, he's in charge of warrior training, patrols and guards." She takes a long drink of her water and sits back.

Spartan was sprinting through the horde of Amaroks, taking them down as he did so and it appeared that he was also running away from something. “You can't outrun me!” the voice of the unseen god Moros could be heard through the horde. Spartan then crashed into something that felt as hard as concrete. An Amarok roared at him, its triple jaws coming down at him. Spartan thrust up his right hand and sent a yellow bolt of lightning blasting away the brains of the creature. The god then materialized from the aftermath of the blast and grabbed Spartan by the neck. He heaved him up and looked him directly in the eye.

Lyla asked hesitatingly," Brother, are you sure you want to give this exam?" "Yes!" He replied casually. Lyla was confused because she knew Mardlin was already a well trained space personnel. He was the best warrior on the planet Trasatania who can become a head general of Trasykian space military then why is he choosing to go again in training? She looks at him and her eyes gets stuck on his shirt's collar which had a small amount of red lipstick stain. She was now burning in rage because she knew whose lipstick mark that can be.

Mar looked at her two companions who stood in attention while the cadet went inside the barn. “You seem pretty used to this?” she asked Dorin, but the officer arrived before the other could answer. "Your rifle, sir." 2nd Lieutenant Monroe handed a long silver rifle to the drill Sergeant. There were intricate runes carved on the black wooden barrel, trailing to the tip of its metal muzzle. "First lieutenant Gunnar, have you any experience in using elemental firearms?" he asked Mar. "No sir," replied the lieutenant, "I am a Sword Master, Rapier Class, from the non-magic corps."

"Very well, bear with me, as I need to give you a bit of a history lesson. As I mentioned, my people have long been space farers and explorers, but we are first and foremost a warrior caste. In order to expend some of this aggressive energy, we've, over the millennia, become involved in many planetary skirmishes for other races who were being subjugated by violent outsiders." "So you're like space knights?" The blank look on his face told her he didn't understand. "Someone who defends the weak." He smiled, but it was a chilly look that made her shiver. "Sometimes we fight for honor, sometimes we are hired as mercenaries, and other times we fight because we like it." "Oh." Great, kidnapped by

So the inner section was forbidden to venture for weaker fighters. On this planet, there were five ranks of fighters. In order of ascent: Soldiers; Animal Hunters; Thrashers; Predators; and Nightmares. Soldiers were the normal humans. They were humans that hadn’t consumed the New Type potion or the now unavailable Savior. Because they had no way to unlock their potential without these potions, their strength was limited, and they were only able to go against other normal humans and normal beasts of this world. Soldiers were very common, and they occupied a large chunk of a human settlement’s fighting force. They were usually referred to as ‘Normies’ by the New Types.

“But they’re also fiercely independent. The Winter’s Claw pack doesn’t rely on anyone but themselves, and they expect the same from others. If you can prove your strength to them, they’ll stand by your side. But if they see any sign of weakness, they won’t hesitate to cut ties.” Theo paused, his finger tracing the outline of the African continent on the map. "In Africa, there is a pack unlike any other," he began, his voice carrying a tone of deep respect. "The Obsidian Claw pack, nestled within the dense jungles of the Congo. They're a fierce and ancient pack, led by Alpha Jengo and his Luna, Nia. The pack's territory is vast, spanning across treacherous terrain where only the strongest sur

She looks up defiantly at the person sitting in the centre at a big chair, and my fists clench seeing him. Ray The Beta/ Second in command of the hunter clan. He is famous for sleeping around with women for the fun of it, and his hatred towards female wolves, knows no boundaries at it. Thora refuses to lower her eyes, meeting his angry stare and I curse. What is this girl doing! Does she have a death wish! I try to send another mindlink to again find it blocked. Damn Thora! The man is not to be messed with! He can hurt you. "Come here"