War Machine From Iron Man Novels & Stories

They were real humans, and they were armed. As the men burst through the door, Russe transformed to his werewolf form and swung his claws, deflecting their blows with ease. He fought valiantly, but he was outnumbered. One of the men landed a blow on Russe’s shoulder, causing him to wince in pain. But just as Russe was about to be overwhelmed, he heard the howling sounds approaching. A group of werewolves appeared, armed with long, sharp claws. They charged towards the men, cutting them down with ease.

The man was 2 meters tall and his finely big muscled body told them about the origin of a warrior this man had. “Greetings, foreign god… I am Mars, the god of war.” Said the man who introduced himself as Mars, The Roman God Of War. The man's tall body stood straight, black jeans and black leather boots, his body was protected by an armor that looked like a muscle that the old Greek warrior would wear when they were going to war. The armor looks like it was made from bronze, but Zhu Wushang was sure that it was not that simple. The armor is covered with a red and black long leather coat.

"He’s building an army of iron. And he's marching them to the mountain." The silence in the Deep Warren was absolute, thick with the terrifying realization that their makeshift barricades and wooden staves were about to face an industrialized, mutated war machine. Baraka looked at his own scarred, unarmored hands, the violet sparks flickering in the dim light. The line in the sand had been drawn, but Malik was bringing a tidal wave of steel to wash it away.

He needed the shot to trigger the shunt if the wheel jammed. Suddenly, the grating at the foot of the shaft buckled. A heavy, iron-plated hand punched through the floorboards, followed by the glowing red sensor-eye of a Rust-Walker Scout. Its exoskeleton was hissing, the hydraulic fluid boiling in the heat of the lower vents. "Target... Identified," the machine-man croaked, the voice distorted by the localized magnetic interference of the mountain. "Thorne... Termination... Authorized." The Steam-War Julian threw his weight into the wheel. It groaned, a century of rust protesting the movement. One inch. Two.

Their metal sides were reinforced with thick plates, and mounted on top of each one was a massive rotating weapon. Not crossbows. Cannons. Long silver barrels gleaming under the harsh lights. My breath left my lungs. “What… is that?” Darius stared in horror. “Silver artillery.” The wolves backed away instinctively. Even the Alphas hesitated. The hunter leader gestured toward the massive machines proudly. “You destroyed the first wave.” His eyes returned to me. “But these…” He tapped the side of one of the cannons. “…are for ending wars.” Adrian’s wolf growled so deeply the ground seemed to vibrate beneath him.

She responded. I rolled my eyes. “I would hope as the Don of the italian mafia, that the dude would be ‘scary as fuck’ Badge,” Arrow stated, ignoring the sexy part. “Don’t forget the sexy part Arrow,” She teased back. “Well considering his right hand Evan Amaro goes by the name Machine and owns one of the most successful security companies in the world, then yes the rumors are true.” I too avoided the sexy part. I didn’t owe anything to Aaron, but I still respected that we were intimate with each other. He didn’t need me gawking over Kaden Romano. I would tell Badger how sexy Kade was later when it was just her and I.

I’d always thought of him as the Captain America of these Avengers, but he obviously saw himself more as Iron Man. On his head he had a helmet. Not like a hat or down to his ears and neck, I mean covering everything. Other than a slit across his eyes, nothing was exposed. He drew his sword out of its scabbard. An arrow hit him on the chest and bounced off. Another hit him on the side of the head, and splintered into pieces. The helmet didn’t even have a scratch on it. “He can keep trying, but it won’t make a difference. First I’m going to kill you, then him.”

I said with a shrug. "I wouldn't go so far as to say Ultron was a killer..." She laughed nervously, still not getting the reference. "Iron Man created him for killing." "What?" She blinked up at me. "Iron Man doesn't have a cat." "And neither do you." "Yes, I do." "You just called your dead cat Ultron." "That's not right..." She outwardly cringed. "Odwalla?" "That's a drink. You're actually getting worse at lying the more you talk."

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u

The mercury armor on his arm rippled, turning into liquid that dripped onto the floor. "Stop," he hissed. "You are corrupting the data." "I am showing you the truth," I said. "You aren't the end of the war. You are just the most painful part of it." The city groaned. The gears began to grind against each other, sparks flying as the rhythm of the heartbeat faltered. The Warlord let go of me, clutching his head, his form flickering between the armored victor and a broken, terrified boy. "He is in the center," the Warlord gasped, his voice cracking. "The machine... it is not protecting him. It is eating him."