Spartan Space Marine Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

"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.

Doubtful with the stories I have heard about him… I watch the rest of the pack members he has brought with him exit the cars, each of them has a warrior build, making me suspicious…but it’s no longer my problem. He will never get the chance to meet me…. Tonight, I will become a rogue.

Above him, words flashed on a screen: SUBJECT: ATLAS STATUS: AWAKE Maria’s stomach twisted. “This is the weapon?” she asked quietly. Specter’s voice came back, low and tense. “He was a soldier. Like Elias. Like Marko. Like all of us once.” The glass chamber hissed. Atlas’s eyes opened. They were not angry. They were tired. Maria felt it deep in her chest. “He’s not a thing,” she said slowly. “He’s a person.” “He stopped being that the day he survived what no one else could,” Specter replied. “We made him stronger. Faster. Impossible to kill.”

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]