War Machine Iron Man Armored Adventures Novels & Stories

Before Cora could understand what was happening, the car jolted violently as another vehicle T-boned them from the side. They were on a bridge. If their car got pushed over the edge into the river, they would be as good as dead. The driver skillfully maneuvered the vehicle and managed to shake off the attacking car. Since they were in an armored vehicle, the impact itself wasn't an issue. But it was still a terrifying ride. The whiplash from the inertia left Cora's neck throbbing in pain. The escort vehicles behind them quickly moved in to protect them and escorted them off the bridge. Shortly afterward, Cora received a report.

Dack called down to Tim from the gunner’s turret as they rode. “Tons, can’t you tell?” Tim answered before returning his attention to his supplies. Dack grinned and resumed scanning their surroundings carefully as the platoon made its rounds. As the group’s medic, Tim usually had the back of the MaxxPro MRAP ambulance to himself while the patrol convoy was in motion. He only occasionally had to step out while route clearance was underway in case someone got injured as they swept for landmines and IEDs. Everything he’d imagined about this place was spot on, including the ever-present sense of foreboding that had seized up his gut on their first patrol and had never let go.

" 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 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?

Something was approaching, Not fast, Not loud but Controlled. “Samuel,” he called quietly. No answer came, Not from distance, Not from the system, Not from the bond. Because the bond was still cold. Still distant, Still wrong. But it reacted. Just slightly. Like a wound twitching when touched. Adrian turned slowly toward the valley below. And saw them. At first, they looked like shadows moving through the ash. Then shapes, Then forms, Wolves. But not living ones. Their bodies were armored in blackened metal plating, segmented like living machines. Their limbs moved with unnatural precision, joints rotating too cleanly to be organic. Their eyes glowed faint blue uniform, synchronized, dead.

"Oh, wait. Iron Man's fake and isn't fucking here." 'She should stop looking at other men altogether. There's nothing special about this guy in the first place.' I almost smiled. Almost. His dramatics were hilarious, but Katy's voice echoed in my brain: You've got a bad habit of beaming at him. She was right. Every smile was a crack in my mask. A dead giveaway. So instead, I sucked my teeth. "I guess you could argue Iron Man is a knock-off Batman." Victor threw up his hands like I'd just blessed him. "That's what I'm saying!"

He followed my instructions as he always did, and once it was just Madam Amelia and I, I let me guard down. “On top of everything, she is half human? You know her kind are not allowed in Astoria.” I informed her. Perhaps she was under the impression that Astoria, which my great-grandfather founded, allowed humans just because we took a vow not to hurt them. Well some of us took that vow. Others, like my dear brother, didn’t care.

He revealed. "Hmmmm!" I hummed. The Iron Claw Warriors were the sword of the werewolf kingdom. They were the werewolf king's army and they were usually led by warrior leaders. The Iron Claw Warriors were to directly participate in the war and Erbot was also a warrior and one of the four leaders of the Iron Claw Warriors.

"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

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.