War Machine Iron Man Armored Adventures Novels & Stories

He had beard and moustache and was wearing black Salwar kamiz with a light brown wasket. "Thank you so much Dad." Abraham looked really thankful. Aban Chaudhary was driving he smiled listening to Abraham thank him again and again. "She is just like Waniya. You'd have a hard time." He commented and Abraham shivered just thinking of what Waniya would want to do to Minahil. "Dad please ask Waniya not to do anything now. I'd always be thankful to you." "Waniya wouldn't do anything." "Are you sure? Do you think she would let any of us live peacefully after hearing that you didn't break a bottle on Minahil's head and that you didn't got her expelled. And She would just kill me with tantrums."

The device automatically fixed to the QED as though it were a finely woven shirt with a pant to match. Hanson eyes wondered around as though he'd kept something close by. He couldn't find what he wanted, so he dropped the contraptions just beside him on bed. Just then his eyes fixed to the action figure Andy was holding earlier when he'd just walked inside. A warm smile cut across his face. He raised it to his face. "What character is this?" he asked Andy without taking his eyes from it. "It's Iron Man from Marvel," answered Andy, indifferently. "Can he do stuffs?" asked Hanson.

Arthit sighed deeply and then nodded his head while holding her swaying figure in place. Darika tilted her head as she looked at him and said, "I've seen Bat-Man, Iron Man, Spider-Man, Super Man, and even I know Aqua Man but who is this "YOUR MAN" and "MY MAN". I've never heard of him. Mr. YOUR MAN MY MAN! Are you new to the trend?". 'Silly Darika is dangerous but Drunken Darika is as fragile as a ticking bomb', Arthit thought and massaged his head. "But you don't have a suit like Iron Man, Spider-Man. No Cap, no mask, and no red tight underwear like Superman. Even Aqua Man has antiseptic", Darika giggled loudly.

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.

I didn't flinch, and I absolutely refused to give him the pathetic satisfaction of showing even a fraction of surprise. Instead, I simply sat perfectly still, my hands resting in my lap, watching his massive reflection in the clear glass of my vanity mirror. Kaelen walked into the room, and the entire atmospheric pressure violently plummeted. He was fully, terrifyingly armored for war. The matte-black, heavy steel of the Vanguard warlord armor entirely encased his massive frame. The broad iron shoulders were molded into the terrifying likeness of roaring wolves, and a massive, lethal silver broadsword was strapped securely to his back.

Rain lashed against the camera lens, but the picture was clear enough to freeze my blood. A team of six figures was advancing on the main gate. They weren't wolves. They were humans—or something that looked human—clad in sleek, black matte armor that covered every inch of their skin. They moved with terrifying synchronization, like a single organism rather than individual soldiers. No wasted movements. No hesitation. One of them raised a large, boxy weapon attached to his arm. THWUMP.

This man was a peak stage-eight martial god. He could achieve a breakthrough to become a stage-nine martial god at any time. "It's the commander of the Iron Armor Squadron. What is he doing here?" The Iron Armor Squadron was just like their name. The guards were always in heavy iron armor and had incredible defense techniques. Ordinary martial artists would not be able to touch them. However, what was one of them doing there? "How dare you snatch the Iron Armor Squadron's treasure, you little bastard? Die!" The commander was furious and shot out at Chase like a cannonball. Energy waves filled the air.

“But… what kind of surgery are you about to have?” “It’s a little hard to explain. You know Colonel Rhodey in the Avengers, right?” “The other Iron Man? Oh, what was his name again?” “Yes. War Machine. You remember when he got injured in Civil War?” Kate’s eyes light up. “Oh right! After that, he was wearing those high-tech leg braces designed by Tony Stark.” “Exactly. Except I won’t have any leg or arm braces. It’ll still be me. My own limbs, the bones inside my skin etc.”

After that direct descendant of the Iron family left, Tyr and Tanya waited in this courtyard. The main reason they came here today was to pay a visit to the Iron family, who had recently arrived. It seemed that Dragun Squad was also interested in the Cooter Armor. They were not in a hurry because the armor would only be done crafting in two days. Outside the courtyard, two men walked toward them in strides about half an hour later. The person that walked in front was a middle-aged man in his sixties who appeared to be upright. His name was Vulcan, and he was the patriarch of the Iron family.

*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.