Stormtrooper Novels & Stories

Her silver-grey eyes had completely bled into that wild, unhinged golden-grey maternal luminescence, her pupils contracted into sharp, predatory slits that locked instantly onto the three high-intensity marine lights breaking through the flooded hatch threshold. Emerging from the scalding steam with professional, military-grade synchronization were three elite cartel shock troopers clad in heavy, full-body tactical winter camouflage. Their webbed ballistic fins ground heavily against the iron floorboards as they established a flawless, close-quarters defensive line, their heavy-caliber pneumatic spearguns raised in perfect unison. The high-frequency tracking lasers mounted beneath their weap

Dax and I stepped out onto the catwalk beside him. Marching in perfect, horrifying synchronization up the grated ramps toward our crashed transport were a dozen Null-Troopers. Up close, they were even more intimidating. They were eight feet tall, entirely encased in thick, light-absorbing matte-grey armor. They didn't have optical visors; their heads were just solid, sloped iron plates housing localized radar arrays. They carried massive rotary-kinetic cannons slung low on their hips. "No phase-shifts," Dax reminded the pack, his voice low and dead serious. "No energy shields. Kinetic force only. You hit them in the joints, and you don't stop hitting them until they stop moving."

Each blade bears a sign of a roaring tiger. “Whoever you are, come out,” Rio said his voice was firm yet still. Even so, a drop of sweat seemed to be dripping down his forehead. The scrub rustled again. There was a sound of broken branches and a few seconds later the bushes opened, revealing a large man in a black robe and a blue mask. Other figures with almost the same appearance began to appear one by one from behind the bush or trees; some jumped down from the tree itself. There were about a dozen of them. Each carried a weapon similar to creese and small blade, kunjang. Rio knows what a weapon is.

she replied softly. Jes was silent for a moment, scooped up as much oxygen as possible to get back to neutralizing the heartbeat that had been irregular. You can still imagine the many weapons that Adam carried and you can still see the symbol of the gun and the rose on the back of the car. "Is Adam a mobster?" Asked Jes. Still silent, staring back at Jes without blinking. But Sisca slowly nodded her head, as if she was being hypnotized by Jeslyn's gaze.

I could see faded gold belt buckles running up the length of them, which matched the ones down the right arm of his jacket. His green eyes pierced through mine; cold and uncaring. He really did look like a Second-in-command in the making; maybe even the leader of the Soul Stealers. “Kill the traitors!” Stripes commanded the Souls, his voice echoing through the Base “kill their leader!” The Base resounded with everyone’s cheer. Everyone opposite us yelled out, holding their weapons up high. Cosmo was the first to rush towards me and unleash his two Creations, which forced Venin away from me.

If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rather than calmly asking, “Who are you?” "I'm from the Quilue tribe." Wolfgang kept his promise. When she told him her true identity, he would also reveal his true identity. "Immortals human?" "Right" Selina nodded. She knew from Quilue. They are human but can regenerate and become immortal. The Quilue are people standing between humans and wolves. They must protect and keep the peace between the two species. “What did you come here for?” Selina was silent, then said, “Learn about people.”

However, Trevor was prepared, and the security agent was no match for him as he enjoyed fighting with his hands more than a gun, and he was a skilled fighter. He had trained since he was eighteen after knowing he had a unique ability. Trevor sprinted towards him and headbutted him, knocking him out. He groaned, rubbing his head. "Fucking strong." And then he strengthened as he heard 'Mama'. His eyes narrowed towards the van, and he glimpsed Rachel in a pool of her blood with her son beside her, crying. Trevor's frown deepened, and he was somewhat distracted that he didn't see the leader he had knocked out regain his strength.

I grinned. Ryder blinked. "Not to sound like a scared child, but you look very creepy when you smile like that," He frowned. "That's the point," I shrugged him off. "Don't show that face to children, Cass," He shook his head before walking away. "I will. They should fear me," "You're psychotic!" ____ "Lie low," I commanded my warriors. We were in our human forms. Since the cattle went missing with no sound or trace of struggle, it's obvious that some rogues had guns with them. Guns with silencers made it easy for them to do stuff like this.

"She genuinely cares about me and me leaving her for Leona will scar her. I fear she will hurt Leona either way. She is capable of it and I won't be there to protect Leo." "That family is a family of psychopaths." Luka said shaking his head and this time, he took the shots with me. It was some heavy stuff. I noticed Robbie approaching us and immediately clenched my jaw. I was sure he didn't know Spanish so fuck him and his always feeling mighty and superior. "Michelson." Robbie greeted. "Robert, what do you want? Don't you have a wife and kid at home to take care of in this hour?" I said in a sarcastic tone.

The Optima troop keeps record of every new development archived. The "red troop" known to be ruthless and blood thirsty, they are the front men in battle which comprises of hunters and soldiers of Accorm legion, they are the ones who go for hunting in the forest. To be in this group you must be extremely fast, strong, smart and emotionless, for anyone who allows his emotion get in the way of a mission would not be speared. The beast who attacked Johnny and Rony was from this troop because they are the only ones who patrol the forest. Not living a single trace of themselves in the forest is quite one of the least things they can do.