Novel & Cerita Spartan Space Marine

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.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

"In my world, he is a Shadow Knight. He bound his soul to mine." "Mine is an Enforcer," Mafia Vespera said. "Takes a bullet without blinking." "Mine is a Cyborg," Cyberpunk Vespera added. "Titanium chassis. Heavy artillery." They all looked at Cyprian. "It seems," Modern Vespera said, raising her glass, "that in every universe, we have excellent taste." "To the Wolf," Vesper toasted. "To the Wolf," they echoed. Cyprian hid his face in his hands. "I need more scotch."

Khalid exclaimed, gripping his sword tightly. "Sir Khalid forgive us. The strength of the two of you seems to threaten the entire Sect on this land! We'd better get rid of you from the face of this earth, rather than the names of both of you overshadowing our big names later, "said Zou Fan who is currently known to be the number one strongest warrior in the land of the martial jungle at this time. "Hahaha..Are you sure that only you exist?" shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him.

They have obviously done this before. The goggles light up and now I see a narrow hallway in a spaceship. I can see the others in front of me and Lazarus beside me. They are all clad in a white uniform and have a helmet that renders them faceless. Everyone has a band of different colors on their arms. I look down at me and see that I have the same outfit. Kurn is at the front and waves us forward, he has a blue band on his arm. Lazarus has a red and I have a green. Sulu is purple, Makkan yellow and Reli is pink. This really feels like a real spaceship.

At another important cage arena on the ship designated for the gladiators, a fierce fight was going on. This was a fight between Captain Vladimir, the commander of the Spartan Fleet, and another 3rd rank high-grade warrior. During the 3rd rank high-grade warriors training sessions, he was not too exceptional as he opted to act in a low-key manner, but no one dared to underestimate him. As the commander of a whole fleet, his strength and capability were unbelievable, everyone was clear on that.

Alpha says to me. “I, Alpha Tony Spartan, of the Spartan pack, formerly the Waterman pack, submit to you, Alpha Theodore Sol, and ask that you accept me as your future Beta.” I ask, kneeling before my Alpha, holding up the heart of our enemy.

CoilSpear [A] - NeutroDrive Galactic “Stronghold” Tower Shield [A] - Primal Machinations “Flametongue” Heavy Plasma Lance (SM) [A] — Next to her squadron was Maharathi, led by Kali. And all 48 of them were in their Rakshasa chassis, also with hyper specialized anti-Imperial loadouts. — Squadron: Maharathi Squad Leader: Kali Loadout: - Mechanica Dharma “Rakshasa” Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A]

Within seconds, he went from being in my arms to grabbing his weapon and assessing threats, his mind already calculating, strategizing, preparing for the fight. The contrast hit me hard. For the first time, I truly understood that no matter how much he heals, no matter how much he allows himself to feel, war and duty will always be a part of him. The Spartan wasn't just a role he played. It was a fundamental, unshakeable part of who he was. It was a monster that slept, but it could be awakened in an instant, a force of nature that could not be contained or controlled. The unfinished intimacy left both of us frustrated and emotionally exposed, the raw, unspoken feelings hanging in the air bet