Storm Avenger Novels & Stories

Vespera said, wiping blood from a cut on her cheek—real blood, mixing with the rain blowing in. They sprinted for the stairs. They burst onto the roof just as the security elevators pinged on the floor below. A sleek, black armored AV-9 was waiting. They jumped inside. Vespera slid into the pilot’s seat, her interface cables automatically jacking into the vehicle’s system. The engine roared to life. They lifted off, blasting away from the tower just as security forces breached the roof door, firing uselessly at the retreating vehicle. Vespera punched it, weaving through the towering skyscrapers, heading toward the lawless darkness of the outer sectors.

She slammed her laptop onto a diagnostic terminal and rapidly spliced her cables into the Core's maintenance port. "I'm in the peripheral firewall!" Kara screamed, her fingers a blur. "But the ICE is adapting! It's trying to fry my motherboard!" The liquid-metal Avatar turned its featureless face toward Kara. It raised its arm, and the liquid metal flowed and reshaped itself, forming a long, wickedly sharp javelin of solid chrome. The Avatar drew its arm back to throw the javelin directly at Kara's cover. "Oh no you don't!" Leo roared. The giant hauled himself out of the shattered server rack. His LMG was jammed with ice, so he discarded it. He drew his heavy combat knife and charged the Ava

It was nothing to him. When he heard that Belvin was coming, Avon planned to have both father and son captured. If he wanted to attack, the security guards would have already been overpowered. To qualify as one of the Diatoranian God of War's soldiers, one must be an elite warrior. This meant that Avon was one of these elite fighters. His combat skills might not be as good as Sylvia's and Macy's, but they were ample for this kind of situation. "Ms. Wildman, if you become my woman, I'll let you all go. As long as you satisfy me tonight, I'll forget that any of this ever happened." Jeremy was silent for a while. He then stood up and began shouting again.

* She gracefully evaded Angus's fiery red claw punch, countered with a swift kick, and met his fiery punch with her bare palms, enveloped in a dark aura. [Angus' Damage Absorption Threshold: 78% >> 69%] The flames blazed, searing Ravyn's hand and spreading to the sleeve of her shirt, which was left unprotected by her torn bodysuit. In a swift reaction, Ravyn flew backward, brushing off the smoldering fabric and revealing the part of her arm that had been set ablaze. Miraculously, the blisters on her arms, cloaked in a black aura, were healing rapidly. Angus's eyes widened as he witnessed the astounding speed at which her regeneration halted the progress of his Sika's burning.

Meanwhile, Ava would descend alone onto the deck of the destroyer, serving as the ultimate distraction for Landon. High risk. High reward. The Hawk hovered one thousand meters above Landon’s deck. The side door slid open, and the freezing Atlantic wind whipped into the cabin like a thousand knives. Ava stood up, checking her kit: a suppressed Glock, a micro-EMP charge, and a single syringe of pure adrenaline. Sebastian grabbed her wrist, his strength nearly breaking the bone. "Ava... let me go. I can lead them away. You stay in the sky." Ava shook her head, leaning in to capture his lips in a final, devastating kiss. It was a deep, desperate collision of salt and iron, a promise and a goodby