War Machine Armored Adventures Novels & Stories

" With that thought, Jake posted his own buy order in the regional chat: 40 units of Universal Fuel or medical supplies for a Basic Gene Serum—10 units more than the mystery buyer's offer. Just then, the onboard radar blared a sudden, urgent alarm. Not zombies. Not players. A massive signal source—red so dark it was almost black. Jake's eyes snapped forward. Through his binoculars, he caught a shocking sight on the horizon. A few kilometers away, in the middle of the wasteland, a military-grade main battle tank sat crippled by the roadside—its turret smoking, thick black plumes rising into the sky. And around the tank, two white bone spikes, as long as spears, were embedded deep in the tank'

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

The warriors want to stop to relieve their bladders and let their wolves out for a quick run. Now leaning against a tree, I watch them run and wish I could let my Lycan out, but I know he would rip my men apart. Instead, I take a big leak and climb the nearest tree to look around the area. I sit and admire the views until I see my men returning. They are completely naked back in human form. Climbing down the tree, I get back in the limo. The Warriors are now dressed and back in their cars.

National Guard Humvees and armored vehicles had set up layers of roadblocks, but beyond the roadblocks were even more, even more frenzied "enemies." The "Ragnarok" bounty was now in effect. Hundreds upon hundreds of armed men—street gangs, retired mercenaries, lunatics wielding fire axes—all roared with greedy rage upon seeing the pink armored vehicle (highlighted on the wanted poster)! “It’s them! It’s Jack Sterling!” “Immortal! Grab him!” “Bang! Bang! Bang!” Bullets rained down on the armored vehicle’s bulletproof glass, creating a dense clanging sound. “They’re insane!” Ben Carter stared in horror at the horde rushing towards them like zombies outside the window.

His voice was terrifyingly calm. I looked at him. “You see a shot, you take it.” I swallowed and nodded. The dirt track narrowed even further. The cars were too big for it. Branches clawed at the windows, screeching across glass and paint. Dust filled the car until we were coughing, eyes watering. Richard’s car scraped a stone wall. Bricks tumbled down. Adam roared in triumph. “He’s stuck!” But he wasn’t. The armored car jolted forward, tires screaming, and found another path, a crumbling footpath barely wide enough for a donkey cart.

Another Alpha from a smaller warrior pack stood up defensively, ready for whatever was about to happen. "She … " Graham laughed, but it was barely a laugh at all. Everything was starting to fade, his body responding to pain, his mind saying the only way out of this was to pass out. He fought to stay awake. "She what? I will fucking show you something funny. Fucking laugh. I will break your legs Graham." Agnar said his hands now in fist at his side. "She may have beat you to it. If not, It will match my compound fracture in my arm." Graham snickered back.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

My uncle turns off the engine and starts talking. "This hummer is military grade, which is why there are so many switches and buttons. Don't mess with them. Most of them aid in the war, added weapons, speed, and protection. It is an armored vehicle and impenetrable. This shop here is the only convenience store on this side of town. It is a little small but does carry almost anything you would need. I prefer to do most of my shopping in a neighboring human town, but this is where you will shop. You do not need to be venturing outside of our area. While Wolvesbane territory extends past our town, it is best if you stay among wolves on this side. The shop owners are Mr. and Mrs. Carrol. They ar

Her gaze met a pair of crystal blue eyes that warmly stared at her. "Don't worry. I'll be fine," Adro said. "You know I can't, don’t you? The maidservants said less than three hundred men returned out of a thousand." Grace replied while helping Adro put on his armor. "My bad. I'm not familiar with these war costumes." Adro chuckled. "I’ve told you: You don't need to help me with this. We're in a real war, and you're still thinking about reenacting scenes from a movie."