The Unstoppable Juggernaut Novels & Stories

These men are deranged, I drag my hand down my face as the door opens and in comes Fran with the baby. “What have I missed?” she asks, looking between us all. “Our Luna has fucking super powers” Trent says, looking like a big kid. “So wait a minute, I'll tell you about an impending war, a crazy grandad and everything else but super powers is what you tell her first?” He nods with a big grin, fuck sake this is going to be a long ass life with this pair of man childs. Fran laughs, handing me the baby. I hold it like a sack of potatoes; I mean what do I know about these tiny creatures. Clay laughs at me, coming cover he takes the child from me, feeling relieved I smile at him.

“I want to be the father of your unborn child. Please will you fulfill my heart's desires and be my girlfriend? *****End of flashback*****

“What reason on earth could possibly justify genocide? Are you messing with me right now?” “We’re not saints Luna, we’re warriors.” He chuckled dryly, “sometimes we have to make the hard decisions to ensure our continued survival. You don’t think Crimson fang became the largest pack and the capital because we politely went around asking for it, do you?” “No,” I blinked, “of course not. I just thought—“ He raised an eyebrow, “you thought we waited to get attacked first?” “Well,” feeling foolish even as I said it, “yes.” He shrugged, but didn’t mock me for it, “someone I respect a lot, once told me that sometimes you have to make the first move, no matter how hard it is, because it’s the only

he muttered. Keisha looked at him. “That’s what this is?” Malik nodded once. “Yes.” A pause. “And it escalates if we stay predictable.” The system voice returned. “Correction threshold increased.” Keisha’s jaw tightened. “So what happens at threshold?” Malik hesitated. That hesitation told her everything before he said it. Then: “Direct containment.” Silence. The room pulsed again—but this time it wasn’t random pressure. It was directional. Keisha felt it strike the edge of her balance first, like the system was learning exactly how much force was needed to move her without injuring her.

Mom’s anxious face filled my vision, her voice sharpening from distant static into something painfully real. "Zara, what did you need to tell me? If you have something to say, hurry up. Your dad’s waiting for me to get home and cook. You said earlier that you won something. What did you win?" Hearing her questions, I quickly scanned my surroundings. My apartment. Understanding hit instantly. I had been reborn. In my previous life, at this exact moment, I had just won a $30-million jackpot. All I could think about was taking my mom, Helena Nightfall, away from that miserable household, moving somewhere far away, and starting a new life with her.

“You don’t know who you’re messing with.” He picked up his jacket from the back of the chair. “No one comes close to my wife.” He shrugged it on. “She is mine. Mine forever. Till death do us apart.” He stormed out. His acquisitions team were already assembled by the time he got back from wherever his legs had taken him for twenty minutes — the car park, mostly, sitting in his car with both hands on the wheel and Adrian’s screenshots sitting in his chest like something lodged. He walked in and sat down.

The target's physical structure will be permanently fixed—immune to all forms of wear, aging, and destruction. "Indestructible..." Jake's lips curled into a grin. If [Infinite Fuel] gave him endless power, [Indestructible] gave him endless endurance. On a highway littered with debris, nails, and broken glass, what broke the fastest? Not the body. The tires. One blowout, and no amount of armor could save you. "Apply to—all tires." A beam of golden light shot into the four massive all-terrain tires. Their ordinary rubber surface shimmered with an otherworldly sheen—as if coated in an unbreakable film.

•••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• In the age before men gave names to the dark, there were nine gods of war. They did not love. They did not hunger. They simply were — vast and cold and endless as the space between stars, moving through centuries like blades through silk, leaving only ruin in their wake. Kael was the seventh.

I muttered looking down. "Oh really? Fine, turn around and go back upstairs because you're not going anywhere." I could see how much he was trying to control his temper, but that restraint didn't last long when I only added to his anger. "You know what? Fuck you! Fuck you and your rules. Fuck you and your stupid jealousy. They can all go to hell for all I care. You stand in front of me all high mighty like you know everything, but you are just as clueless as the next person. I am going and there is nothing you can do to stop me!" At the end of my outburst I could feel the moisture forming in my eyes and I had to blink severely to prevent them from rolling down my cheeks.