Spartan Space Marine Novels & Stories

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

After being reborn, I never made it for him again. Now, on the battlefield, my wormwood broth was incredibly popular, and it honestly made me happy. A good recipe, just like the better parts of me, should be reserved for people who actually appreciate it. Sirin downed the broth in one gulp, and the admiration in his eyes only deepened. "Stay with my unit after you graduate. I'll give you top-tier treatment." My instructor looked even more delighted than I was. He leaned in and whispered, "Beta Sirin is the top warrior in the Northern Territory. He commands the elite Spearpoint Unit. It's every combat healer's dream assignment.

“They’re clearing the map. The High Admiral doesn’t want an empire to rule; he wants a blank slate to build his factories on.” ​We reached a wide plaza where a line of Western Marines had set up a barricade. They were equipped with ‘Crank-Guns’—massive, multi-barreled weapons that could shred a wolf in seconds. ​“Winnie, stay behind me!” Cassian shouted. ​But I was tired of hiding. I was tired of being the piece on the board that everyone fought over. I stepped out from the shadow of a jade pillar, my hand outstretched. The silver scar on my palm began to glow with a toxic, violet light—the lingering echo of the Abyssal King.

I command, letting just a fraction of the Alpha aura bleed into my voice. The door swings open. Torin and Mara step into the office, stopping precisely two paces from the desk. They are a study in contrasts, but together, they represent the absolute best of Blood Moon’s frontline. Torin is a mountain of a man, his broad shoulders practically filling the doorway. He is steady, entirely unfazed by pressure, and loyal to his very marrow. Beside him stands Mara. She is lean, sharp, and coiled with a fierce, nervous energy. The livid, jagged scar tracing up her neck—a brutal reminder of Cassian’s thorn-venom traps—stands out starkly against her pale skin.

Damn it, Alpha Garson infected his own soldiers with parasite mutations, too! One elite commander leaps down and lands directly in front of me. His armor is drenched in black blood, his face pale with swollen veins bulging along his neck. Thick black spider veins spread across his face.

They knew that they would only be killed if they stopped and that there was no retreat. On one side of the train stood a young man. He gazed at the horde of monsters surging toward him, lost in his own thoughts. This youth was only eighteen and had just joined Wyvern Peak that year, so he had not been officially assigned to a combat squad yet. His name was Garen Mars, and his instructor had given him the grandiose codename—Galaxy. Like a galaxy, his instructor hoped that Garen would expand and take command.

Brian:mother is afraid that I might get killed during the battle (looks away) Javier:I also have the same fear but I trust you son you will win(stands up and goes to Brian)I believe in you Brian:thank you Father for your support (hugs him) Javier:(hugs him back) you are welcome son Brian:(breaks the hug)I will be leaving now father (leaves the throne room) The next day All the marsian spaceships left for Jupiter to join up with the other troops from the planets of Jupiter and Saturn Brian:(in his room wearing his battle suit) mother I will be fine I promise you that besides Leo and Levi will be with me Amanda:I know that son but I am still worried Brian:(goes to his mother and holds her hand

Making them merge with the other groups. We train daily. We are responsible for learning as many tactics as possible. I as well as both betas and James are the main snipers. We usually are the first to arrive at the scene and the last to leave the scene. We gotta specialize in everything. From artillery to, combat, human and wolf form. Our specialty consists of different martial arts, combat, being the best with weapons, and my favorite.... being swift with the sword. There's just something about ripping a vamps head off with one single swift from my blade. Almost like a knife going through butter.

, I belonged to an assault group called Shining Sword, led by Leon, an emissary from the hero branch, known for his strength and exploits. Our team was made up of six members, each with their own unique skills and personalities. Leon led us with bravery and heroism, while Erick was his loyal sidekick and skilled thief. Sana was a gentle and seductive monk, and Marie was the puppeteer - always silent and stoic. Morgiana was a strong and honorable spearman, while Lilith was our fiercest warrior - small in stature but with a sharp tongue and incredible strength. As for myself, I specialized in debuffs and other magical talents.