War Machine Armored Adventures Novels & Stories

"That's good enough for me. Now show me that horse cock you have in your pants. I want to see my dear Gen swallow that thing. Gerri seems to think she can, but I want to see Gen try as well." I sat on the bed and watched as Jim walked the three steps to the bed. I felt mom place the bag on the bed and her hand went right to my bulge. She massaged my cock with one hand and was unbuttoning her blouse with the other. Jim unbuckled his uniform slacks and removed his jacket. His white shirt contrasted greatly with his natural dark complexion. Gen finished pulling down his pants to reveal his Navy boxer's. She took the elastic waist band in both hands and pulled it over the rising sword hidden ben

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

“But we won’t sacrifice our morals or our souls for it.” The Keeper cackled, their amusement growing. “Oh, how noble of you. But I’m afraid finding your friend requires a greater sacrifice than mere morals or souls.” Reina frowned, her grip relaxing slightly. “What do you mean?” she asked cautiously. The Keeper approached them, their eyes flashing with dark magic. “The only way to find Adelia is to enter the realm of the Mevara,” they said solemnly. “You must journey through the Shift Tower and face the challenges that lie within. But be warned, the cost of entering the realm of the Mevara is steep. You must give up a part of yourself.”

Diana raised her eyebrows and in an irritated voice she asked," So, may I know that important topic?" "Yes," Aarnik replied and got up. ' So, he has thought of the topic in seconds. Bravo man! Just don't let me die so soon. I still have to get a girlfriend.' Marcus mumbled, feeling nervous. "We were discussing the recent incident which happened in the military academy. Some rogues took away two armours from there which were new editions and one of its kind. Now that they have known about our new armour, they'll make it more advanced. So,we have to make more powerful armour and make it unique. So that we can overcome the traitor enemies' attack."

When Ves logged into Iron Spirit, he visited the support section in order to register a free virtual license. The game charged a lot of credits for the virtual license of the The Marlin Solutions 1004-HRF 5th Generation armor plating. Considering that anyone could make a living if they designed and sold even a halfway decent mech, the prices weren't unreasonable.

He nodded affirmatively and gestured for her to join him as he turned back to the corner again. She scrubbed her tears on the blanket and quick-stepped after him, not wanting to lose sight of him. And as she came around the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks again. A vehicle was parked next to a tall, leaning concrete wall. The hulking, aggressive-looking machine reminded her of a huge mechanised bear. It was twice the size of any normal vehicle she'd ever seen, nearly as large as the vans that transported goods from one settlement to another. And it was armoured. Just behind its broad, powerful nose, it grew tall, like the shoulders of a bear behind its hanging head, with a cupola on to

"My father got this on my 18th birthday. Champions are different from the first-generation Mobile Armor. They're the true combat Mobile Armors. They were with the Turmann family for countless years. Those Mobile Armors created after Champions were just some soulless broken pieces. They were tall. But they can only be controlled remotely. Humans can't enter those Mobile Armors. Thus, synesthesia systems don't exist for those Mobile Armors. They're just a bunch of meaningless machines."

Bryan was glad that the Camaro had bulletproof body paneling, but he knew for sure the muscle car wasn’t grenade-proof. Amy couldn’t believe that she was encountering an albino woman with an XF13 grenade launcher. After getting her concentration back, she made another attempt to pass the armored truck. She gasped and held her breath while pressing her foot down on the pedal as hard as she could. The armored truck attempted to swerve over on Amy, but she sent her Camaro roaring past the truck unscathed. The muscle car was now in front of the armored truck, and Amy saw herself in control of the situation.

They also had on, white helmets with colorful feathers sticking out at awkward angles and in a fashion that would intrigue any one who set their eyes on it. The white armored fighters were a lot fewer and were dying in their tens, further reducing their already pathetic number. They were tired and most probably hungry but they seemed angry as well. They knew they were losing badly. It was obvious. Even then, they still fought with all they had. They were willing to exchange each of their lives with that of their enemies. And it was for good reason. These vastly numbered, black armored men were invading their home. The paradise their ancestors had discovered and died to protect for over two m

“Guardians, please, come with me.” As they stand, Amir grabs my mate’s hand. I’m just about to step in, when she handles the situation, Guardian style. “I warned you not to touch me again, Amir,” she says and I watch her wolf push forward. Amir screams as he is turned to dust. My father’s eyes go wide as he sees his second in command disintegrated in front of him. The entire room goes silent around us. “Yes father. You would be wise to remember that they are called the Guardians of the Realm for a reason.” I snarl at him. “Ladies, please, come with me.”