Swarm Skylander Novels & Stories

He looked away and just focused on walking. We were busy walking until we heard animal cries, and that is when we saw a group of animals running down the mountain. I was about to turn around but I felt a shake on the ground. This isn't good. I grabbed Zale and started running towards the foot of the mountain, I stopped, looked at him, and asked, "Can you fly?" He nodded and I did the same and jumped on the tree leaving him on the ground. "Do you want to die or what? Jump and summon your wings!" I ordered him, he doesn't know what was going on. Since he lives far away from the mountains, of course, he wouldn't know what to do when there is a landslide bound to happen.

He scrambled up a maintenance ladder, kicking a grate open. He emerged into a steam vent tunnel, the air thick and hot. He stopped, listening. The footsteps stopped. "Lost the signal," a voice echoed from below. "Target is utilizing local infrastructure." "Deploy the Swarm," another voice commanded. Ren’s blood ran cold. The Swarm. Micro-drones. The size of insects. He heard a buzzing sound. Not one buzz. A thousand. Ren ran. He didn't look back. He ran until his lungs burned, until his legs felt like lead. He ran blindly through the steam, praying the heat would confuse their thermal sensors.

The Triad salesman pauses, looking a bit confused “What brings you to the Tea Shop anyway?” “14K always gets the good stuff. Bit of a 26D institution.” The Triad salesman smirks, lowering his guard as he signals a henchman to open up a huge crate lined up with a few drones. Spider types, rolling balls, a dog one and of course runners. Runners were anthropomorphic, highly customizable, and preferred by megacorps due to their reliability in nearly every terrain. The human form was always adaptable. “How much are the runners?” she asks, pointing at the one covered in smooth bluish white paint. It had a round shape, hawkish face plate and the scrubbed logo of Thelma-Dionis on its neck. “You talk

"I found the resonant frequency of their alloy. Child's play." But the flagship was just the beginning. Hundreds of smaller drop-pods launched from its belly, slamming into the Spire's lower levels. Void-Soldiers, twisted monstrosities of flesh and machine, poured out, climbing the walls like insects. "They're boarding!" Scarlett shouted, her hands flying across the Navigator's interface. "I need five minutes to lock the gate coordinates! Keep them off me!" "Five minutes," Caleb growled. He looked at the swarm climbing the walls. "System: Engage Crowd Control."

Everything! " Who? " I asked as I looked straight into his eyes. Rage was apparent on them and I don't blame him. " Alpha Xander from the Crescent Moon Pack " he said, his voice void of emotions. **** " You know, I'm starting to get dizzy looking at you, pacing back and forth. What's wrong, Miss Petal?" Skyler's voice came and I got back into my senses when he suddenly spoke. " Huh? " I looked at him and he was eating my can of Pringles. He was sitting on the couch looking at me. This pack had actually nominated Skyler and Sven as our pack members so we were all like family.

Celeste (thick): “I’m sorry I’m crying over a skateboard—” Remy (kneeling in the dirt): “You loved her. You’re allowed.” He pulled a velvet bag from his jacket. Inside: raw titanium deck, gunmetal, blank. 60 mm glow wheels. Tiny script under the nose: Forever messy. Forever ours. Remy (quiet): “Ordered it the week we got back from Romania. You need wings that don’t break.” I tackled him into the fresh earth and kissed him until the tears stopped tasting like loss.

Sila ang personal na guwardiya ng Red Weaver. ​"Xander, sa likod mo!" sigaw ni Skye, habang pinapaulanan ng laser fire mula sa isang portable drone turret ang mga paparating na anino. ​Si Xander, na taglay pa rin ang pilak na ningning sa kanyang mga mata, ay hindi gumamit ng baril. Itinaas niya ang kanyang kamay, at ang mismong grabidad sa loob ng crater ay nagbago. Ang mga anino ay tila nadaganan ng dambuhalang bigat, dahilan upang maging abo sila bago pa makalapit.

​The sky above Haida Gwaii was no longer blue, nor was it the violent violet of the shield. It was Silver. ​Millions of Sterling drones hung in a perfect, terrifying stasis, suspended by residual gravity-anchors. They looked like a ceiling of needles, a metallic fog that blocked out the sun but allowed a strange, diffused grey light to filter down onto the Anchorage. Occasionally, one would twitch—a faint, mechanical spasm as it tried to resolve the "Loss" loop Kael had injected—but for now, the Swarm was a sleeping giant.

We slaughtered dozens of their men, leaving only a few mutilated dogs alive to crawl back to Chicago with a single message: The Thornes are coming. Silas was already organizing the armor and the logistics for the final push. Once we took over Chicago, we are going to erase the Marcone bloodline from existence and absorb their entire empire into mine. Yet, while I was out there thriving in the carnage, this little swan had managed to slip right through my fingers. Not only had she escaped the campus, she had somehow managed to bend six of my men to her will. I stared at the blonde strands of hair clinging to her damp forehead.

SWEET-16 is considered an armored flight vehicle by national standards. It has a thin metal alloy for its exterior, and thick fabric panels for its interior. There are offensive and defensive mechanisms attached to the aircraft like the plasmic EMP barrier (for repelling thunders and sun flares), bomb assemblies and small firearm mounts. SWEET-16 stands for Sky Wings Embedding Etherial Technology, with the number as the successful prototype count of the said flight vehicle. It runs on Etherial fuel, an easily melted mineral deposit harvested under the sands of Ham Desert.