Stormtrooper Novels & Stories

Through the wide gap, a rank of twelve tall figures stepped slowly out of the thick black fog. They were Creator shock troopers. Their heavy armor was made of seamless, dark grey metal that absorbed the light around them. They carried long plasma rifles that hummed with a low, deadly frequency, their glass faceplates glowing with a cold, pale white light. They did not fire. They formed two neat lines, opening a narrow path down the center of the ruined gateway. Through the middle of the armored troopers walked a single man. "No..." Christian whispered, his hand going limp over his shotgun grip. "It can't be."

His infected hand was wrapped tight in duct tape—a makeshift cast to keep the wound closed. "Fresh meat!" Torque shouted from his VIP box—a suspended crane cabin overlooking the arena. "The Big Man says he lifts heavy. Let's see if he hits heavy." A gate on the far side of the Pit groaned open. The crowd roared. Walking out of the shadows wasn't a man. It was a Mining Droid. Specifically, a "Demolisher Class" unit. It stood seven feet tall, painted hazard yellow, with thick armor plating. Its right arm ended in a rotary rock-drill. Its left arm was a massive hydraulic hammer.

Kazi yelled into his comms, backing away from the rust demon. He wasn't talking to himself. Suddenly, the waterfall exploded inward again. But this time, it wasn't one man. Six figures burst through the water curtain. They were wearing heavy, powered armor—smaller than Kazi’s, sleek and black, with glowing blue visors. They held heavy rifles that hummed with energy. "The Heavy Troopers," Eliana gasped. "Mercenaries. Six's death squad." "Open fire!" Kazi commanded, backing away as his chest plate began to flake off in chunks.

"The scouts say the Reapers are dropping pods at the north and south passes. They’re trying to pin us in." Rowan stood beside Lyra, his silver-starred sword unsheathed. "These aren't mercenaries, Lyra. These are 'The Null,' special soldiers whose minds have been wiped by the Council. They don't feel pain, and they don't feel fear. They only follow the last order they were given."

"Purging biomass. Reclaiming hardware." From the underbelly of the massive Dreadnought, thousands of black streaks plummeted toward the earth like a meteor shower. They were "Void-Pods"—drop pods designed to deploy the Creators' shock troops: the Void-Hounds, twisted amalgamations of cloned flesh and cybernetic weaponry. "They’re trying to overwhelm the Dome's shields before the main cannon fires," Scarlett analyzed, her fingers flying across the Stellar Navigator while her jade brush painted frantic, glowing golden runes in the air. "System! Reroute all auxiliary power to the Nine-Heavens Defense Array!"

I know this cologne. I stepped aside from the person and looked up. I trembled as the bottle of water fell from my hands. Standing before me is the very devil himself wearing all black and his hair was hidden under a black beanie. His Forest-green eyes adopted a red shade. On the front of his jeans, gun projects. His boots look dirty and have a muddy stain on them. "Lando," I whispered too quietly. "Yea baby." His lips curved into a crooked smirk. How did he get in? And where is Dave?

Lukas and Nagar took aim, along with the others who had aimed at the other targets. Beyond, between an alley created by two ten-storey apartment block buildings, a trooper in black vest and helmet peeked out with an M-16. It felt like fighting against a human enemy, except that it could literally turn into sand and appear out of nowhere. He cursed as he fired at the bastard, forcing it to move back. He gestured at Nagar as he and and Yusuf moved out of cover. The entity exposed itself to gain a bead at the soldier but was shot down by the sergeant.

We reach Alpha Tate’s office, and he invites Nathan and me inside. A man walks in with a tray of small glass cups and a bottle of whisky. ‘This is my Beta, Sam,' Alpha Tate says, introducing the guy with messy hair and a large stomach. Sam wears a sleeveless white shirt covered with some crumbs from the food he has eaten. His teeth are dirty, and it appears Sam has never made contact with a toothbrush. He also has a beard that still has remnants of food. He looks dirty and unkempt like the rest of the pack, and it seems only their Alpha is clean and tidy.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

Sydney huffed in annoyance, "Your sorry doesn't solve anything. Granted, you wanted to put a wedge between us and that worked. But you've moved on and I'm still picking up the pieces as I try to unscramble the mess you made of my mind. Even now, with all my memories, with me knowing everything we once shared, I'm not sure how I should feel about you. You're a complete stranger to me." Her last sentence had a thought coming to mind. I held my hand out, "Then let's start over as complete strangers. My name is Alpha Victor Silva. Alpha of the rogues. Welcome to one of the many sanctuaries I plan on constructing around the world." Sydney narrowed her gaze on my extended hand with apprehension be