War Machine Armored Adventures Novels & Stories

Finding a free table in the crowded place he sat down with Howard and Goradin for a beer. "You can say what you want of these guys, but they do know how to brew a beer" Howard remarked. "Well, I haven't tasted one in months so I wouldn't know Mark. They could serve me lemonade and sell it for beer and I would never know." Price replied with a grin. The three of them just sat back and enjoyed their well-earned refreshments. While halfway through his drink Price let his eyes go across the many pictured decorations pinned to the wall. He let his eyes rest on a black and white depiction of a soldier looking at the horizon. Over the horizon emerging towering humanoid robots carrying massive canno

With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I maneuvered the armored car with skill and precision. The truck behind started to shoot out missiles which whizzed perilously close, but I swerved with ease, narrowly avoiding the explosive impact. “Nice,” said Mateo as I shifted the gear and kept on running. The car's reinforced frame and heavy armor absorbed the shock, protecting us from the worst of the onslaught, but this didn’t stop enemies from coming after us. They were biding their time. This wasn’t their first rodeo but it would definitely be their last.

I★ Now what is VSWI, the VSWI is simply known as Vanguard Soldiers War Improvement. This is a place where many hazardous weapons are located, this is where they install and where they generate war appliances. The Vanguard Army Force are well populated here, Armored automobiles are shown to be moving in and out of the department. It is really a gigantic place indeed with a very large fence, the building only approves Vanguard as the best when it comes to technology, so many armored vehicles were arranged inside the well neat building, the armies uniform are just so sweet, designed with red and white colors.

Shivering! My whole body was trembling as cold gust of wind blew tirelessly. The night was dark and cloudless—no moon was in sight. But I wasn't scared. Why would I be scared? Besides the fact that I was a super-strong werewolf, I was really good at martial arts. From what I had sensed, I doubted that any werewolves were in this town. So, I could defend myself no matter the trouble that came. But the only thing I couldn't do was get a cab.

Arielle ordered as he slowly loosened his grip. "I'm sure Delilah might have talked to you about returning to your family. I'm aware you cut ties from them. I advise you return to them before you start a war that you can't finish." Arielle says as Theodore smirked which annoyed her. "Who said I won't finish it ?" The question frightened Arielle who didn't show much reaction. "When bodies start dropping, maybe you'll change your mind. Do it now when your family haven't gone haywire." Arielle warned.

Once the rifle was loaded, Dareon slid the window next to him open, and leaned out with the rifle in hand. He shouldered the rifle then peered through its scope once he felt stable with it. They were going rather fast, and the wind whipped at him. If he didn’t have a good grip, it would have been easily thrown right out of his hands. What he saw through the scope shook him deeply. More than two dozen armed marauders in smoke-grey armor had sped up to the farm in various antigrav vehicles. Most of them were single-seater bikes, while a few were in open-air assault boats.

It was large and heavy, and made entirely out of stone, just like the armor was. This was Deus Armis – the Armor of the Gods. It was a powerful King Lease that allowed one to be clad in the forces of chaos. It was one of the ultimate sources of protection. This Lease manipulated the area around to produce a set of protective gear and an offensive weapon of your choosing. Today, Mane chose a sword. Maybe tomorrow he will choose a hammer. The platform here was the raw material manipulated by the Lease in this scenario. And even more amazing was that the Lease maintained the armor’s connection to the platform, which meant that even if it was breached it would be repaired, just like the platform

To them, high-grade warriors were indispensable to maintain a foothold in this cruel era. “So, why the hell is this high-grade warrior fighting him so fiercely?” The Gaul solder was sincerely confused. “Warning!!” Armor’s durability is below 5%, he suddenly received another notification from his armor’s A.I. He was experienced in these kinds of situations though; he cursed his luck as he turned back, planning to escape without any hesitation. Kalen’s talent could help him defeat his opponent squarely in a fair fight but killing him or stopping him from escaping was going to be hard, if not impossible.

"Oh my god, Serena. It looks amazing. The mural turned out so well, I can't believe I painted that." "You're talented." "I know." She grins, sets the bag down on the rocking chair, and starts pulling things out. "Okay, so. The mobile." She holds it up, a cluster of felt elephants in soft grays and blues, connected by a ring of wooden beads. "It's handcrafted. I thought it would match the forest theme." "It's perfect." I feel the familiar sting of tears again, and Emma notices. "Serena. You're crying."

I swear to God I will come for you and make whoever touched you beg for death right before my eyes. "Mount up! Move out now!" I commanded loudly. Within seconds, the massive platoon moved silently yet swiftly, filing into dozens of pitch-black SUVs lined up neatly with low-rumbling engines. The convoy of armored vehicles slowly began to cut through the city streets, moving across the night like a legion of grim reapers ready to claim the souls of anyone foolish enough to play with our fire. The great war had officially begun. ****