War Machine From Iron Man Novels & Stories

" Maru asked the system. Only two words were familiar to him among the choices, weapon and armor. But he couldn't imagine the two most important women in his life to bear arms or wear thick armors. They wouldn't be comfortable with them, he thought. "The Weapon Fabricator and Armor Fabricator each cost 1,000 world energy, Maru." Madame Ais replied to its host. When Maru heard the system's answer, he couldn't help but sigh. He was not looking forward to convincing Uwyn and his mother, wear the bulky armors in his thoughts.

He was wearing an iron mask, and four vajra steel claws on both his hands. The mercenary was startled at first and muttered something to himself, “Is that, the Wolverine of Asia?” He then saw that many people were rushing down towards Brimstone Valley from that slope. “F*ck, it's an enemy attack,” shouted the mercenary as another man rushed up. Through the searchlight, this man was also dumbfounded for a moment by this situation. “How is this possible?” In a split second, they raised their guns at the same time and sounded the alarm.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

Their ranks black and brittle, full of things that wore human faces but no longer remembered how to bleed. The two armies stood like two storms, waiting for the next lightning bolt and, when it came, it wasn’t from the sky. It came from Irene. “Charge!!!” That was all they needed as they rushed ahead with raised weapons and a clash began. ~~~ Marcus ran with the front line. His wolf wasn’t far from the surface but he didn’t transform. However, his wolf was pressing just beneath his skin. His senses sharpened, his instincts screamed. He moved like a blade that remembered being part of a war.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

She was running without looking, her arm straining under Leo’s weight, her right arm bare and hurting from the cold. The new skin on her arm was not healing, it was pulsing with a red glow that matched the boiling water in the cellars below. "General, look at the road!" Miller’s voice shouted from the watchtower. The army coming up the road did not look like people, they looked like moving iron buildings. Three big steam machines, each big as a warehouse, were grinding up the steep hill. They carried no flags they needed none On top of the machines were brass tubes that could stop the magical people from using their powers.

It wasn't a drone. It was a man. Dante Thorne stood at the edge of the courtyard, his "Void-Titan" armor completely gone, his body covered in the gray ash of the unmade world. He didn't have his wings, and his red eye was gone—but in his right hand, he held a massive, jagged piece of the Vane-Absolute’s steering column. A piece of rusted iron from the old world. He didn't look at my father. He didn't look at the towers. His grey eye locked onto me, and for the first time in this reset reality, a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.

Then kill yourself for your country and your people! "Who are you ordering to kill himself?" Just then, a deafening war cry rolled in from the distance. Caleb had finally arrived. Cameron whipped around. Caleb, who was supposed to be thousands of miles away, charged toward the rebels in full silver armor, spear in hand. He led his elite troops, every soldier armed to the teeth. They appeared like heavenly troops descending from the sky, closing in and surrounding Cameron's forces. "No! No way!" Cameron's eyes practically popped out of their sockets. "How are you here? You clearly set out for the northern frontier! I saw you leave with my own eyes!"

​And beside the machine stood Thorne. ​He didn't look like the broken old man from the hologram. He was wearing a suit of silver-mesh armor that seemed to pulse with the energy of the Rift itself. He looked up at the gunship, and even from a hundred feet up, Leo could see the predatory smile on his face. ​"Mark!" Leo screamed. ​The Descent into the Flame