War Machine Armored Adventures Novels & Stories

"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."

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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.”

He follows his father down a few flights of stairs, nearly getting dizzy with how fast they’re going. When they stop in front of a black door, Matteo’s pretty sure they’re one or two levels underground now. “There’s three people who know about this room. You’re the forth.” His father pushes the door open and Matteo’s breath dies in his throat. It’s a fucking armory. The three walls in front of him are filled with guns to the brim; everything from pistols to handguns to proper machine guns. Paulo is looking at a gun hoisted up on the wall, and he turns around when he hears the door open.

He opens the door and Adrianna lunges at him while giggling and talking a million miles an hour about her souvenirs that her Aunt Lisa had gotten her. We head inside where Shane pulls me into him and walk straight over to where Austin and Candice are standing with an older couple. The man has a cut on, like the rest of the Warriors, but this one looks different. It's worn, a few holes in it, and on the bottom of the Nightmare Warriors lettering, it says Chesapeake Chapter. "Shane?" "Hmm?" He answers stopping with Adrianna still flung to his chest. She somehow managed to grab hold of one of the mini sandwiches from the platters of food.

How could he be certain that something was going to happen? Abruptly, Jaedon stood up. He had been so shy last night, but now he seemed on a mission. He dressed quickly and then told me to dress as well. I did. “We must tell your mother and brother of our plan. We have to tell my pack and warn our allies up North. I think a war is going to happen.” My heart began to race. A war? I dressed quickly in jeans and a sweatshirt and he took my hand in his as soon as I was finished. He kissed me softly on the lips, sending electricity throughout my body.

The ground was slick with blood, and the once-pristine white snow was stained crimson. Mac shifted, my paws sinking into the snow as I sprinted to the left, where Archer’s pack was struggling to hold their ground. Archer’s massive wolf, a dark and imposing creature, was locked in combat with a hybrid, but the creature was too fast, too strong. Archer’s wolf roared, but it was cut short as the hybrid lunged for his throat. His teeth sank into Archer’s shoulder, and the Alpha’s wolf bucked, throwing the creature off just in time to avoid a fatal blow.

she said, numbly. “What the fuck is it?” He demanded. “Who are they? Where did they come from? Apparently, it’s worldwide and in massive numbers. Who has an army of that size? The technology is… Well, I’ve never even heard of machines like this. It’s not of this world.” “No, it’s not,” she agreed. A shot showed a close-up of one of the invading soldiers. The armour was scaled, and there was an insignia on the soldier’s shoulder. She had seen that writing before. “It’s the Mer. The Mer are invading Tom.”