Storm Avenger Novels & Stories

Zakariah knew that he was walking a fine line, and one wrong move could seal his fate. Zakariah’s tone betraying none of the turmoil raging within him. "Who are you ?" The leader's lips curled into a sardonic smile, his eyes narrowing as he regarded Zakariah with an assessing gaze. "You can call me...the Avenger," he said, his voice dripping with menace.

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.

"Pack your things. I want you out of this building in ten minutes. If I see your face on this floor again, I'll have security throw you out the window." "Fine," I said, a small, dangerous smile playing on my lips. "I was getting bored of the scenery anyway. It’s hard to work in an office where the CEO’s IQ is lower than his shoe size." "Get out!" Mark roared. **NATHANIEL** My phone buzzed. A single text from Ava. > **Ava:** *I'm fired. Come get me. Bring the 'Aggressor.'* I smiled. The "Aggressor" was a custom-built, midnight-black armored SUV with 800 horsepower and windows so dark they absorbed light.

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