War Machine Mark 5 Novels & Stories

Light Fifty "because it uses .50 BMG caliber) is a semi-automatic, recoil-operated anti-material rifle using a .50 BMG (12.7 mm) caliber bullet developed by American Barrett Firearms Manufacturing. . This rifle was made in two variants namely the original version of the M82A1 and M82A3, the M82A2 was the bullpup version and was out of production, this bullpup variant was replaced by the XM500. Beverly explained at length. "How do you know?" Jackson took another shotgun on the table and opened it. "From my brother. We often save and raise money to buy some rifles and collect them. Brooklyn and I have been secretly learning to shoot. " "Secretly?" "Yes, Daddy won't let us shoot. Dad wants Broo

Then a single voice shouted, “To the moon and the pack!” More voices echoed it. Then dozens. Then hundreds. The crowd surged with new energy—howls rising into the night air like a storm breaking free. The war assembly had begun. — Later that night, as strategy maps were unrolled in the command tent, Aria poured over the terrain charts with Elandra and Kael. Red markers denoted known Crimson Fang movements. Blue tokens showed the patrol lines of allied packs. And somewhere in the center—a dark mark loomed where the rogue Alpha was last seen.

Involuntarily, I smacked Warren across the head, which earned me a death glare from him. “What the fuck, Dame?” He growled. He was Beta of the pack, but I was still Alpha. I still had control. “Don’t look at her like that again.” I said between my teeth clenched. My hands were shaking under the desk. Suddenly, I felt my pack’s eyes on me. Warren looked at me like he was trying to figure out something. “What War?” I asked, trying to calm down. “Is she your mate?” Warren asked, but quietly so the humans couldn’t hear it.

Mark asked the first person he ran into. "Young madam left earlier today with her baby and alot of luggages" the cook responded. "Where did she say she was going?" Mark asked "No idea sir" the cook responded "Go" he ordered and the cook left Mark was so angry right now that he went and approached his wife who was out in the garden; "What did you say to summer?" he asked "What are you talking about?" She obviously was not interested in talking "She left Natasha, she took all her things and left" When Mark calls Tasha by her full name it always means that he was beyond upset.

My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

Hart was in the middle of his third controlled shift practice of the day when Jethro burst into the training grounds with his phone in hand and his expression grim enough to make Hart’s stomach drop. “We have a problem,” Jethro said, not even waiting for Hart to shift back to human. “Marcus Veil just hit five pack territories simultaneously with a new weapon. Casualties are already in the dozens.” Cole, who’d been supervising Hart’s training in wolf form, shifted back to human immediately and grabbed the phone Jethro offered.

“Something stronger than beer. One fucking Bratva brother was already a pain in the ass—now there’s two?” I stared at Viktor. At his hands. His mouth. The curve of his neck, exposed just enough to see the glint of a tattoo under the collar. It wasn’t Zenya’s tattoo. It was something else. A wolf? A dagger? I didn’t know. But my gaze lingered. And when I looked back up, Viktor was watching me watch him. He smiled. Fucking smiled. My stomach flipped. He tilted his head toward my pants and murmured, “Might want to do something about that little tent, malishka .”

"That was only because I was willing to uplift you. Without my blessing, you are less than stray dogs." "Worthy of me? You?" I stopped in front of them, using the tip of my boot to lift Alexander's chin, staring into his trembling pupils. "Look around you." They strained to move their eyes. To their shock, they realized that the massive plaza was filled with thousands of powerful wolf warriors. And among them, half were members of the Silver Moon Pack! "Beta Mark?" Alexander gasped, seeing his former subordinate standing in the front row, wearing armor made of enchanted ice.

Most of the soldiers had been inflicted with wounds and injuries. The women of the pack were just standing in the corner and basically doing nothing. “What is going on? why is everyone back in the mansion?” I inquired cluelessly and the person stepping forward to give me the information was Markus. “They are attacking every five minutes. The war goes on for 5 minutes and then they sort of disappear. They are standing there but not really there. They don’t move or get hurt,” he explained but what I didn’t get was why were our soldiers taking a break?

The 666IB's battle uniforms were a camouflage mixture of black, green, white and grey, although in combat, it was just all black topped with grey reactive armor plates that generates a certain wave that would make them imperceptible in the eyes of monsters at dark. They all stared at him, to Lukas, as if he was some legend. Lukas felt uncomfortable and simply ignored it. "It's good to have honorable paranormal combat units in our humble installation." Veras said as he moved to the front. "But I will not bore you with an introductory speech." He cleared his voice. "We are at war with the supernatural, as always, and this time, one of their generals made themselves known in the form of a Type-