The Unstoppable Juggernaut Novels & Stories

The apprentices nearby shivered. Sam’s eyes widened, but then something inside him seemed to snap completely. He screamed like a mad man as the driver walked toward him. “Hit me! Break my legs! Kill me if you want!” His voice cracked. “I will never make clothes for you again! I’m done! Do you hear me?! I am done!” The driver raised his leg, preparing to stomp down but suddenly one of Madam Cherry’s apprentices screamed as his body flew sideways and crashed onto the floor after being punched by one of Jerry’s men.

Exactly the kind of trainers Richard would approve of. But the third one… My breath caught in my throat. Jax Rivera Age: 32 Specialty: Strength training, functional fitness, mobility Experience: 9 years. Former college athlete. Known for intense, results-driven sessions. The photo hit me like a punch to the gut. He was shirtless in a gym, standing under harsh overhead lights, sweat glistening across his sculpted chest and rock-hard abs. His shoulders were impossibly broad, his arms thick and veined, the kind of arms that could easily pin a woman down. A sharp, masculine jawline covered in light stubble, full lips, and those piercing green eyes staring straight into the camera like he could s

Little did she know that some men had to learn the hard way. Marianne quickly came back to the present and heard a sound in the distance travelling so fast it struck her ear drums in a second, she turned to her right and was jolted to see a huge construction like truck headed right for them while hooting and trying to stop before there was a collision. With how close Marianne was to the road without realizing, it was too late to change course and hit the brakes.She braced for impact and prayed her baby would survive what was next, nothing else could be done.

"HESTIA!!" I screamed, as my whole body tremble in range. I can see red. I immediately ran toward them. I'm gonna kill this motherfucker. I knew there is something wrong with this motherfucker, the moment he step out of that yacht. I channel all of my anger and range so I can push him off of Hestia. I pushed him to the ground, hard. I didn't waste any more time, and I started punching his face. "YOU! DISGUSTING!! PIG!"

One such moment happened at the New Rubarth Empire's introduction of the juggernaut to the battlefield. The juggernaut was a mech that had the ability to contend against a low-flying space ship. Its frame and its countless components weighed as much as a dozen heavy mechs, but was about a hundred to a thousand times more expensive to build. The many technologies that kept such a gargantuan in once piece and prevented it from collapsing under its own weight were very expensive to reproduce. Such a large and heavy mech simply didn't appear to be economical. That never stopped the Rubarthans, though. They painstakingly invested in its development and kept the project under wraps for at least an

There was only a low, rhythmic humming that vibrated through the soil and into the soles of my boots. I stood on the ramparts with Killian, looking down at the sea of humanity. They were the "Unbound", the ones the global pulse had found and refused to let go. They were the Incompatibles who hadn't died, but had instead been "re-coded" by the resonance I had accidentally discharged. They looked like a cross between a refugee camp and a religious pilgrimage, their eyes glowing with that same nebular violet light that now haunted my children's dreams.

The Ascended merely staggered, shook their heads, and kept charging, firing their assault rifles wildly at the base. "They don't feel pain!" Jack swore. He stood on the outer wall in his heavy Mark V Exoskeleton, winding up the rotary cannon. BRRRRRRRT. A storm of depleted uranium shells tore through the red robes, turning the snow into a horrific slurry of crimson and glowing blue.

Charles replied. Coral stopped crying as she had a thought and sneaked out of the medical bay and ran as fast as she could. Dylan asked Charles why he called them Juggernauts when they don’t look anything like one. Charles said they simply favoured how powerful the name made them sound and they stuck with it. In truth they hate fighting of any kind and will only do so if there is no other option.

They reached the entrance of the Makuyuni pass. The commander raised a heavy, steel-gauntleted fist. The four hundred iron juggernauts halted instantly, their boots striking the pavement with a deafening CRUNCH. The commander looked down the long, narrow corridor of the pass. He saw the towering, three-story barricade of welded trucks blocking the northern exit. And standing at the base of that barricade, looking incredibly small against the wall of scrap metal, was Patient Zero. "Baraka Juma!" the Vanguard commander’s voice boomed, muffled slightly by the thick steel helmet but amplified by a localized acoustic mutation. "The Lord Apex sends his regards! Your parlor tricks will not save you