War Machine Armored Adventures Novels & Stories

This was my home for a long time, but I have nothing left here, no friends, no family, Everything swept away within the space of a couple Months. Let me start from the beginning. It is 2027 mid June. Our world has gone into crisis. Wars have been breaking out everywhere. Homes have been bombed, peoples lives lost. History, art, architecture, Everything that has been preserved and kept now lost in a cloud of smoke. This is World War III.

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.

To the one who had walked into my place as if he was the owner and I was a tenant who owed him money. Thanks to the work I had my key people on, everyone who mattered knew this creature's face. No one had confronted him and his crew. His guards. And that had been good; for my guys. Ralis’ men had semi-automatic weapons under their jackets. The kind that was backed by licenses. They had not flashed them, but they let them be seen. And they moved in a clean formation: Two at the front, two at the back, one at the head, their client in the middle.

A mercenary in heavy armor reached inside, grabbing the silver briefcase. "Package secured!" the mercenary yelled through his radio. Despite their efforts, the mercenaries secure the EMP briefcase yet again and vanish in an armored convoy. Marcus let out a roar of absolute fury, but his body wouldn't obey. He could only watch through his fading vision as the heavy armored vehicles sped away into the thick night fog, leaving behind a trail of burning metal, smoke, and blood.

Pakin’s P.O.V The air in the garage was thick with the scent of high-octane fuel and burnt rubber, a smell that had become synonymous with my new life. We stood beside our machines, the silence of the room punctuated only by the rhythmic clink-clink of tools. My car, the Valkyre, looked like a predator poised to strike, its sleek lines shimmering under the fluorescent lights. Beside it sat Sean’s Porsche GT3, a beast of a machine that mirrored its owner’s aggressive confidence.

They grabbed my arms anyway. “Adrian “ I said, forcing his name out even though my throat burned. “Please.” He did not come closer. He did not even whisper sorry. “Execute him “ he said. The world went silent. I thought I had misheard. The warriors froze. “Alpha Adrian?” “He will not leave this territory alive “ Adrian said. “No one must know.” The elder nodded slowly. “It is for the good of the bloodline.” For the good of the bloodline.

Do not play with Archer. _____ She put on her hoody and wiped out the stain of blood on her lips as she took the courage to open the door of their house. She knew she would be doomed the moment her brother found out that she got into trouble again. She got into a fight, as usual. She has her reasons, and she badly wants to turn her life upside down. Selah Damson is so desperate for a change that she wants it to happen right away.

Council of the Supernatural and Shadow Warrior’s Headquarters ~Mid May~ ~Godfrey’s Point of View~ “Oooh wake the dead!! This is my favorite game,” I squeal, clapping my hands together. The three faces staring back at me are stern and not impressed. But oh who cares what those losers think! I’m allowed to be excited!

His sinister laughter echoed through the battlefield, taunting Emberlyn and Keagan. Keagan, now recovering from the initial attack, analyzed the situation. He knew they needed to find a way to counter the villain's shadow manipulation. This was his first encounter with a threat from this world. The system warning kept ringing in his head, and for a moment he considered fleeing and leaving Emberlyn at the mercy of this evil. But the intrusive thoughts were quickly extinguished by the will of his own body, somewhat moving involuntarily. Drawing upon his intelligence and tactical skills, he devised a plan, after all. He remembered the array of gadgets and features on the suit he had on. With a