Spartan Space Marine Novels & Stories

My new pack members bow their heads, showing their necks in submission. With no time to waste, I run towards the next territory, Pinefort. Their land is near the harbour. There are merchants all around their city selling goods, potions, and food to the outlanders parking their boats and ships. As I make my way to the pack house, I shift into my human form and disguise myself as a merchant. Alpha Nate is there counting bags of money they’ve taken from outlanders. The merchants sell goods while some of the pack members steal from the outlanders under the order of Alpha Nate. The moment I remove my disguise, Alpha Nate is not pleased to see me and foolishly attacks me before I can even make him

I was really hoping that the bad feeling wasn’t actually anything this time. Let’s go! Zane says into our heads, Amaris, looks like you get to put that warrior training that you’ve been getting over the last week to good use today. Are you not concerned about the welfare of your pack? I can’t help but ask, wondering how he’s not being his usual serious asshole-ish self at a moment like this. Our warriors are good at what they do, plus we have a secret weapon, he says, grinning a wolfy grin at me.

Spencer, who was guarding him, asked, "How are you now?" Callie appeared to be relieved as she asked, "Are your injuries bad, Severin? Do you need any pills?" "I've managed to stop it from getting worse," Severin reassured calmly after observing their concerned expressions. Relieved both Callie and Spencer realized that Severin had become their protector. In the vastness of the Starry Sky Battlespace, the attainment of level three paragon and level two paragon were insufficiently robust enough to survive. Even a sudden gust from the Nine Heavens Gale could potentially wipe them out.

"Tell her." "Tell me everything," the world came back in hyper-focus, adrenaline as the shock wore off. "Spare no detail." My son! My son was alive! And I would kill whoever had taken him. "I'd never seen armor like theirs," Marisa said. "It was red, dark like a wine stain. No one could crack it. They were organized, not bandits, professional, unlike mercenaries. Too clean. Soldiers." The air around me crackled, and I felt my fangs lengthen: "Who's?"

Looking closer, he saw that each of the men had viper tattoos on different parts of their body. “Jamal can you see this? These men are from the Colombian cartel.” “Yes they are.” Jamal replied in agreement. There was a rap on the van’s door, which Jamal opened to let Maggie and Justin in. “SWAT team are few minutes out.” Maggie announced immediately she entered the cramped vehicle. Looking at his wrist watch, Bryan saw that the time was 7:25am. “Since the men are already set, it’s safe to assume that the handoff will happen in the next five minutes. Put on your bullet proof vests and get your firearms.”

It was then that Marek stepped forward. Marek was a towering figure of muscle and menace, a wolf of immense strength and ruthless skill. His presence alone was enough to draw nervous glances from every corner of the room. His black hair was tied back, his sharp features accentuated by the harsh glow of the torches. Scars lined his arms and neck, trophies of battles past, and his golden eyes gleamed with feral confidence.

The horde descends. Liam is a blur of motion. A knife flashes in each hand, not glowing with energy, just moving with impossible efficiency. He doesn’t waste a single movement. A twist, a slash, a pivot. Corrupted bodies fall around him, dissolving into black smoke before they hit the ground. He is beautiful and terrifying. Marcus fights with brutal, economical strength, his force-wall ability flashing occasionally to deflect a swarm or crush a particularly aggressive foe. Spark is a whirlwind of frantic, precise strikes, her grief channeled into vicious fury.

Power flooded through me, raw, ancient, merciless, pulling from every shadow, every trembling breath of the land, every living thread of the territory. The lamps shattered. Glass rippled like water. Floorboards pulsed under my feet. And the world answered me. “She is gone. Take what is yours. Rowan is waiting for you at the bay. He is of her blood. Kill him too… kill her. and we will be superior to all.” It said in my mind, making me smile. The smile didn’t reach my eyes. It wasn’t one of victory, not yet… not until I had all their heads. Not until I’ve seen them all begging for mercy.

All she wanted to do was rest her sore body until she didn’t feel pain anymore. AFTERNOON came when Drake’s Beta suddenly rushed towards him with a pale face. “Alpha!” Beta Dillon called. Without an obeisance, he continued. “Alpha, there’s an unforeseen attack from the outside this morning. Some of our soldiers were slaughtered,” he informed, trembling. Drake’s forehead knitted. He looks livid and ready to kill someone mercilessly. “Who the fuck are they?” “Humans, Alpha,” Beta Dillon answered. Drake balled his fists; his face became expressionless. “Are you sure about that? Don’t you know the rouge actions lately? They’re quiet and not attacking anymore after the last encounter with them.”

ENEMIES: Void Marauders. REWARD: 40,000 Credits (Split 3 ways). "Space?" Tank whistled. "I need to equip my mag-boots. I hate floating." "Void Marauders have hijacked a communications satellite," Ren explained the lore, reading the text the Admin provided. "They are using it to broadcast hate speech and jam emergency frequencies across the sector. We need to blow the main dish and silence the signal." Jinx stood up. She checked her weapons—twin plasma pistols. She didn't argue. She didn't ask questions about the lore.