War Machine Armored Adventures Novels & Stories

"Top Mafia Boss Spotted Welcoming Girlfriend at Airport Last Night" The accompanying photo showed Samara wearing Vernon's coat over her shoulders as he opened the backseat door for her. He even had a hand against the top of the car so she wouldn't bump her head against the edge. His eyes were so gentle that they looked completely foreign to me. The gentle look in his eyes was far more authentic than the gentleness he'd shown me over the past five years. I moved out of the mansion that day. When I left, I knew that I had to put up my armor once again. I'd come to understand that there wasn't anyone in the world who could be my safe place, even if that person used to make me think that he love

He held out a small parcel and a ceramic flask with a golden cap. “Here,” the man said. His voice, muffled by the mask that was covering the lower half of his face. He was dressed like the men from earlier, although he didn’t have a turban wrapped around his head. “All I have at the moment is some bread and a little bit of leftover wine. If you wait a little, you can have some meat. How do you feel about desert rat?” Jade almost puked. Who the hell eats rodents?

Seemed the fighting hadn't spread this far yet. We were just slipping from a shadowy passageway across the street from the manor gates when I spotted movement up ahead. I yanked Lena back against the brick wall just as two armored vehicles came cruising around the corner, the crimson Aldorian wolf crest displayed across their hulls. Troop transports, looked like. Crammed full of hostile forces for sure.

I lunged. The corporate tower is gone, but the "Auto-System" has sent a "Default Pack" of glitching white wolves to replace Elara’s family! It’s a war for the very soul of the forest. Can the "Original" Silver Moon Pack defeat a "System-Generated" army that doesn't feel pain and doesn't know how to die?**

Note to self: Ask Adrian who they were later. With nothing else to do, I spent the day reading a book on my phone but got bored and ended up playing different video games, or—more accurately—getting my ass handed to me in a game called ‘Warzone Legion Xr’. A hyper-realistic shooting game that puts players into an underground warzone where criminals, assassins, and mercenaries fight for their freedom, using everything from different weapons and strategic sabotage, very Antonio-like. I kept losing to a player called WadeSlasher, and somewhere between our eighth or ninth match, I discovered, each loss cost me three thousand dollars.

WEREWOLF REALM The forest loomed with an ominous quiet, ancient trees forming towering sentinels around the clearing where Justine’s convoy had begun to arrive. The whirr of engines pierced the otherwise muted woodland, tires crunching over gravel and fallen leaves. At the center of the clearing, two massive armored trucks ground to a halt, followed by a line of six reinforced utility vehicles and a pair of short-range missile tanks. The black-and-chrome sheen of their exteriors gleamed under the dappled forest light. The JANEERAD crest—a coiled wolf strangled by a chain—was stamped onto the side of each vehicle.

" 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 are now dressed and back in their cars. Four hours later, we arrive at Moonfall pack. Their pack house is a red-brick Victorian mansion. Behind the mansion is a huge temperate forest filled with redwood trees, and I bet it’s where the werewolves run and train. Alpha Dan, the leader of the Moonfall pack, stands in front of the house, waiting for us. He has black hair but some strands in grey. The welcome feels forced. It’s obvious the Moonfall pack don't want me here, but I understand why they are fearful.

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.