Stormtrooper Novels & Stories

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

Just feeling the caffeine enter my body was good enough. "Feeling better?" Hunt asked, leaning forward and drinking from his own mug. I nodded and then got down to finishing the rest of my sandwich and coffee. When I was done, I felt warm inside and happy too. It'd been long since I'd felt either of those things. "We'll be moving the traps further into the woods this year," a burly man in a red and black plaid shirt said as he walked into the store with a rifle in his large hand. He wore a dirty brown cap over his head with thin strands of dark hair sticking out front underneath. There was something about him that reeked of danger. I could smell it all over him along with the strong stench o

"I am sorry. I am just very desperate for help...I really appreciate it.If you say...we believe you..Thank you ! Really!" "Close the door after you" Came her reply as she ignores them after that, cleaning the table and pouring the water into the tumbler. Not bothering to give them another glance. Rosie was not very sure if they could trust her, but then whom can they trust now. The girl was their last resort. The only hope to reach Rebel. The infamous wolf who is known to stand for justice. The only figure who stands for the support of women above everything. The protector of who they called the 'weaker half if not better'

“Valerie…” Three men stepped out from behind a parked truck. Rogues. I could smell it before I even saw their eyes, unbound wolves, reeking of blood and desperation. I let out a low growl, giving them a warning, making sure not to attract humans. Despite everything, they didn't seem to care. “Well,” the tallest one said, smirking, “didn’t expect the Luna herself to be walking around without guards. It seems that it is our lucky day.” “Walk away,” I warned. My heart pounded, but I kept my voice steady. “Now. There are humans here and you do not need to start something like this in front of them. These are not territorial grounds.”

Jake said. “Goat, shut the fuck up,” Dagger said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Wrath is right. Buzzer needs help and Trip taking his anger out on him over that botched drug deal is his own business. We’ve always said we wouldn’t get involved in other club’s turf wars, unless it touches us. This hasn’t touched us, not after Wrath went to see Trip.” “You can’t go alone, Wrath,” Trick muttered. “Intel says the Night Stalkers have grown to 30 members after your initial firefight with Slither. You can’t do everything alone.”

Then, just as the armored truck crossed the sensor line, Michael pressed the trigger. A deafening blast tore through the street. Fire erupted, throwing metal and concrete in every direction. Jessica sprinted forward through the smoke, weapon raised, heart pounding. The first guard fell before he even turned. The second shouted a warning silenced by Romeo's shot from above. But as the dust settled, a low mechanical hum echoed through the air. Jessica froze. From the center of the wrecked convoy, the armored truck's back doors blew open and what stepped out wasn't human. A towering exosult, black and gleaming, powered by a core that pulsed like living fire.

I didn't care; I just wanted to show him that he had no right to touch me like that. He walked into a room and threw me to the floor like a sack of potatoes. I hit the floor with a thud and slithered my way to him like a worm, desperate to make him pay. Before I could move even an inch in his direction, the door swung open, and the man who walked in knocked the air out of my lungs. Alpha Killian Crescent. The Alpha of the Moon Crescent pack. He walked towards my form and glared at me with so much disgust and hate that I almost quivered from his gaze.

Anya, a revered elder amongst the Guardians, now a frail yet vibrant figure, watched a young recruit train in the combat simulator. The recruit, a vibrant Xylosian with shimmering iridescent scales, weaved through a simulated asteroid field, her movements a blur of grace and agility. Anya, a flicker of amusement playing on her lips, felt a pang of nostalgia. The galaxy had evolved. Technological advancements had blurred the lines between species, with bio-engineered enhancements and advanced prosthetics becoming commonplace.

“The truck is meant to supply a higher grade of ammunition to my personal guards. It's against the rules, but after the attack, I managed to convince my father’s advisor. “You are to crawl into the supply bag. Foetal position. The bag is specifically lined with triple layers of both outer and inner bulletproofing, enough to hide scents and throw off the heat sensors. The motion sensors in the first twenty metres of the tunnel are calibrated for the truck’s weight and heat signature only. If you move, if you breathe too loud, the guards watching notice something wrong and then we get flagged. Stay still as a corpse. Clear?” “Crystal,” I said.

I ask because I really want to know. She swallows, "oh no doubt I'm starving, but this," she points the fork to the food, "it's amazing." I smile at her and continue, "there is a title that is right next to mine, but we'll come back to that," she nods and continues eating. "Next is Beta Chris, he's my second in command, he provide support and intell, like the VP of a human company. His mate is Beta Cynthia, my sister. Then there is Gamma Steve and he's mated to Leah and her title is Gamma Leah. So the Beta and Gamma work directly under me. The Gamma is like the head of our Army, he's in charge of warrior training, patrols and guards." She takes a long drink of her water and sits back.