Storm Trooper Novels & Stories

The smell of the freshness of the sky and sea mixes as pleasant as it is, he still has a shocked and horrid look. The sword swings at nothing which forces Troy to pull it up and stare at the orc that is on the boat with him. Scar is there and behind him is the slaughter crewmates that belonged on Salavanta’s ship. Their throats, stomachs and eyes are ripped out. The orc stands they’re in his normal abyssal armor but it’s been polished. He has his own laser claymore ignited and ready to attack but instead the corruption of his voice shivers down the bellows of his throat creating a pitch that sounds like he is being drowned. “You must accept this, or be swallowed by hate.” Troy stares at the

I wondered as I looked at him crouch down as if searching for something. Antony extended his hand and revealed an animal trap which looked like it could have broken my legs in pieces. ‘Well there it is. I guess if he wanted me dead, he could have just let me walk in front. That trap could have fucked up my leg, thank you Jesus, but still…’ ‘Don’t question it, just be patient. He will soon show his intensions’ my conscience invaded my thoughts. “You look relieved?” he asked looking at me worriedly, like he was worried I was worried.

“But I have a dagger.” “What’s a dagger going to do to a dragon?” Tristan sighed as he turned around. The long column of dragon hunters followed Silvester and Bow, along with the two bolt carriages. It seemed he had no other choice. “Fine.” He reached over his back and unclasped Storm, then he handed it to the young man. Lewis looked at him with furrowed brows. “I can’t take this. You will need these two—” “You need it more,” Tristan interrupted. “Use Storm to protect yourself.”

One human and the other a member of my pack, I don’t remember their name, but I recognize their scent and face. “Sorry to wake you, Mister Logan,” the human greeted. “Morning, trooper. Something I can help you with?" I asked, falling into character “I’m Trooper Shadow, and this is Trooper Bryant. We received a report of an attack on a couple of campers not far from your cabin last night,” the human spoke up. Bryant. I looked at my pack member, and now I remembered him. David Bryant, he’s friends with Mikali and Kurt.

Troi had grabbed the bottom half of the wolf in her massive jaws and snapped him in half. That was one way to do it. I turned to the next group of rogues, Troi on my heels. They turned and ran away from me. Troi chased them happily, and then coughed fire at them. Two of them ignited immediately and within seconds, only ashes were left of them. She came trotting back to me and I nuzzled her. She was a good girl.

Troy was with them, his shirt billowing around him as he worked, the muscles in his forearms taunt as he yanked a rope into a huge knot. The violent jerking motion of the ship ceased as the sails were brought in, and suddenly we were still, rocking in the waves as the storm spun over the top of our heads. "What the f*ck are you doing out here?" Troy called out to me, jumping down to the deck. He stalked over to where I was standing, the wind whipping his shirt open to reveal his chest. I felt a blush rise on my cheeks as he moved toward me, eyes blazing with anger. My mouth went dry. He was like a predator moving in on his prey.

The killer was certainly coming out on him, and he was ready for the bloodshed that was sure to come. “Thad, I need you to prepare for the Quick Reaction Force. We need you to look for the toughest warriors and get them to the tournament. I think it is safe to assume that each of us here will be running our own scorecard. All except you, Adrik, that is.” “Wait, why not me?” Adrik said, saddened like I had just taken his favorite toy away and kicked his puppy.

I was told he specializes in the use of knives and daggers and was more deadly than a raging bull. He had no tattoos on his body and he always had a mean look on his hardened face. Real name, Jack Lansing.Storm, the big brains, the hacker. Real name,Michael Angelo. Not all that tall,5ft 9,with thick black short hair,styled in a Mohawk.

It showed Jake smearing the truth, twisting everything to make himself look like the victim. Emily took a deep breath. She had gotten together with Jake because she pitied him. She thought Nathan had everything, and Jake had nothing. Now, she realized—Nathan was the one who had nothing. No mother's love. No stake in the family company. Not even a wife. She had betrayed him too. Her hands trembling, Emily clicked on another video. A wedding video. Nathan was in a suit, marrying Lena. He looked exactly like he had on the day he married Emily.

Sienna and Reaper landed in a synchronized skid, their bikes whipping around to form a barricade. I brought the Sovereign down hard, the iridescent blue engine whining as I slammed on the brakes, drifting perfectly into Dax’s six o'clock blind spot. "Contact!" Dax roared, dropping the empty SMG and drawing his combat knife. "Close quarters! Don't let them form a firing line!" The hangar erupted into pure chaos. The Shock-Troopers were elite, highly trained corporate soldiers, but their training was for organized, tactical warfare. They were fighting a textbook battle.