Storm Avenger Novels & Stories

Ayleen asks, desperate to help in any way she can. “Can you call that Vampire friend of yours? He might be able to tell us ways in which we can control the newly turned vampires.” Azraiel pleads. “Of course, I’ll call him right away.” She pauses for a second. “I also know a weredragon and a weretiger from H.O.P.E. mission. Is it okay if I call them too?” “Of course…that would be really helpful. Also, ask them if they know about other species.”

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

“His heart is mine. And factory settings are my Special area, you damn tin box.” I pulled the trigger. It was the last shot in the magazine. The heavy kinetic projectile hit exactly in the shoulder of the avatar, right there, where the arm sat on with the plasma blade. The synthetic casing cracked. Blue Cooling fluid splashed out, and the arm of the avatar leaked uncontrolled to the side. The distraction lasted only a tenth of a second. But for Kael it was an eternity. The Apex came off the ground. He didn't go back, he rammed all his,

Maverick conveyed cockily and cut off the call. BANG! Aviva slapped the table angrily, her whole body trembling in fury. "That Vandenberg jerk has gone too far. I really want to kill him. How could he? How could he... Valencia had gone through a lot." Aviva broke down in tears immediately. Raven sighed and wrapped her hand around Aviva to hug and comfort her. Even though her heart clenched in pain, she tried to stay rational and not agitated. "He's giving it his all to bait us. What do we do?"

Arrghhhhhh, he felt so stupid! Javier lunged at the ghost in a burst of embarrassed anger. As the Ace at the Apex, he was going to bag a ghost if this was the last thing he would do! He was Javier the Valiant, Javier the Fearless, Javier the Guy Motivated By Embarrassment!

The portable bypass machine was strapped to his chest, its blue LED screen flickering against the spray of the sea. "On three!" Vogel shouted. "One... two... three!" They shoved the sled into the primary raft. Avery jumped after it, her boots hitting the rubberized floor with a bone-jarring thud. Vogel followed, clutching a waterproof case of emergency stimulants. Marcus gave a single, sharp dip of the plane’s wings—a silent salute from a man who knew he was flying back into a court-martial—and then the Gulfstream roared, banking hard to the north to draw the Ares radar signatures away from the island.

Yi Ru Wan crossed her arms and watched the scene with an entertained smirk. 'Hmph! Just an ugly cripple. You think you're qualified to stand by my Brother Tian's side?' If it weren't for the crowds deafening roar, she would've shouted for the wench to feel shame and go die in a rathole. The hovership, silver in color with a shark-like sharp front, descended to the ground and silently powered off. Its top and sides slid back, revealing the two figures sitting side-by-side. Similar in style to the ships before the Great War, the only difference was its ability to travel both underwater and above the clouds.

Jake Two hours later, Jake headed back to the basement. Warren’s knuckles were coated in blood and all Devon did was laugh at the detective. Both men turned to look at him when he opened the door and he grinned. “Do you know who I am?” “Should I?” Devon asked with a sneer. “Jake Savage,” he said with a smirk. “But my friends call me Wrath.” Devon’s eyes widened. “You’re Wrath?” “You took my sister and tried to have me killed in prison.”

Before I could even process the excitement of potentially having powers, the SUV slammed on its brakes. "Get down! Ambush!" Hudson roared from the driver's seat. Through the windshield, I saw them—a small army of heavily armed raiders swarming the dunes ahead. The Vipers. Their leader, a scarred man with fire powers, laughed maniacally as he raised his hands, hurling massive fireballs at our convoy like a meteor shower. BOOM! The explosion sent a shockwave that shattered our windows into a million pieces.

It smelled of wet stone, pine resin, and raw, untamed wolf blood. The moment the hydraulic ramp lowered, a squad of twelve heavily armed Starfall guardians formed a protective perimeter around the aircraft. They were grizzled veterans of the underground leagues, their dark tactical armor bearing the claw-marked sigil of the Stormfang pack. Rhys stroled down the ramp first, shirtless, the Apex Core gleaming against his massive chest like an ancient relic of a forgotten war. He didn't say a word, but the sheer, overwhelming pressure of his Alpha aura made the hardened soldiers instantly bow their heads in silent, reverent acknowledgment.