Spartan Space Marine Novels & Stories

And, of course, he was willing to give his abstract ideas of the task at hand a definite shape before he could press on, as it seemed as though he was in a duel with a shapeless mass of air. For Mariam, getting the merchant prince under a close surveillance of the cops was a priority, and she would be hoping to use the help of Carlos to have his gaffer to cooperate with them in order to have the death toll in the city curtailed. Salim might be a controversial figure and sordid business mogul on the black book of his critics, yet Miriam didn't deem it wise to leave the badly reputed mogul to the ravaging wolf in a serial killer. With time, she thought, Salim would be brought to book for his i

He was wearing a hikitate-eboshi (black bird) hat and a gray battle surcoat. “The quartermaster is named Kosano. I believe Sasha fought him and managed to drop him overboard. He wields a pair of tonfas because he used to be martial arts police. He became corrupt and decided to give up his marshal’s star for gold. Now he runs most of the slave trade operations in the south. He’s from there and an earth Slayer. He’s dark-skinned, wears a bandana on his head and, if you look closely, you’ll find he’s missing a pinky…”

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

“Zahra, I’d like you to meet my team. Aiden you already know, but this is Jasper, my Gamma.” I turn to shake hands with Jasper, a young man with short, straight black hair and almond-shaped eyes that mirror his mother’s. His dark skin gives him an almost regal air, and he has an aura that immediately puts me at ease. ‘He’s hot,’Zanthe notes in my mind. ‘Yes, thank you, Captain Obvious.’ I roll my eyes internally as I try to focus. There’s something soothing about Jasper, similar to Oscar’s calming presence. Gammas really are gifted in that way. “And this is my Delta, Marcus,” Tobias continues.

The controls lit up around me—joysticks, screens, a helmet resting in the cradle. I put the helmet on. The visor flickered, displaying a Heads-Up Display. SYSTEM ONLINE. WELCOME, PRINCESS MARINA. "No," I said into the mic. "I'm Marigold." BIOMETRIC SCAN... MISMATCH. USER: MARIGOLD FORBES. ACCESS GRANTED. The screens shifted. Weapon systems. Navigation. Engine status. "Engine status?" I asked. FUEL CELLS: 100%. CAPABILITY: STEALTH. SPEED: MACH 2. ARMAMENT: 2x MISSILES, 1x RAILGUN.

I have to be the focus of the battle, not the prize. I rounded a corner, my breath coming in ragged gasps, when the figure emerged from the stairwell ahead, moving fast, low, and with the heavy efficiency of a professional retreating from a hot zone. He was Spanish, one of the veterans I recognized from the security rotations on the trawler—a man named Marco, I dimly recalled, known for his silent demeanor and the permanent shadow of exhaustion beneath his eyes. He wasn’t running in panic, but in tactical retreat, his submachine gun held ready, his face streaked with sweat and dust.

Divna was warming up to me already. "I'm Cáel Nyilas, Agent of SHIELD. My companion is an LMD (Life Model Decoy) called PAMELA, which stands for Puissant Assault Military-grade Efficiently Lethal Android. Director Fury has sent on us on a special covert mission to infiltrate M.A.R.S. and bring back proof that they are experimenting with illegal nano-technology," I confided to them. "She's an android?" Neven gawked. "Didn't she feel stronger than any human possibly could?" I asked. Of course the majority of Pamela's power had come from leverage, not raw strength, but for Neven, being owned by an artificial human was much easier to accept than being beaten by a woman clearly forty years his se

Supplies: 85%, Food: 60%, Mental State: Paranoid & Anxious. [Marcus: Talent “Weapon Mastery,” Low on Ammo, Stamina: 70%, Mental State: Panicked.] [Linda: Talent “Enhanced Physique,” but ability is limited by fear, Mental State: Cracking.] [Kevin: Talent “Weapon Mastery,” Status: Unarmed, Mental State: Desperate.] [Tom: Talent “Enhanced Physique,” Minor injuries, Mental State: Strong will to survive.] [Liam: Talent “Blink,” Stamina: Critical, Ability Uses: Limited, Mental State: Weak but Cunning.]

"Ryan Clarke. Beta bloodline. Loyalty rating: Triple-A." Ryan pumped a fist. "Yes!" "Marcus Wayne. Warrior bloodline. Combat honors: Double-A." "Sofia Ross. Medic bloodline. Professional rating: Double-A." One by one, my team's names were called. They boarded the transport, ecstatic. Soon, it was just me, Liam, and Chloe. "Elena Moonblade. Rank: Council Special Advisor. Clearance: Absolute." The captain's tone snapped to attention. He was instantly deferential. "Ma'am. You may board at your convenience."

"I was going crazy, but I didn't show it. I waited for the right moment to execute my plan." My head is throbbing as I keep hearing all what he had endured. Why they did this to him. He didn't deserve this. Eren sighs more determinedly this time. "By the end of the third year, the favorable mission finally came. I was ordered to kill the leader mafia of the enemy gang to which they owed millions. It was to prove them that I was really one of them, to make them proud that we were all of the same blood. But I would never be able to kill someone in my life."