War Machine Mark 5 Novels & Stories

"The last slot belongs to the fierce fighter in the pack. So the ancient includes the past alpha, beta and gemma, then the healer and the fierce fighter. This five from each pack represent the strong towers of Werewolves." "As I said earlier at the restaurant, I said one of the rule of werewolf is hierarchy. We all are placed according to our importance, we have the Alpha and luna of the pack, the Beta, the Gemma, the healers, the warriors, the helpers and the last on the hierarchy is the omega." He stops to know if I was following him. Of course I am, infact I'm hanging on his every word.

“You’re a devil, Cali—I’m in. Where?” He pointed to a stone archway, shadowed by vines. “There, perfect angle. Wait for my nod.” She nodded back, crew vanishing into the dark, and Jeremy stood alone, hands in pockets, the estate’s cliffs looming silent behind him. The army rolled in minutes later, a steel tide crashing the gates—five armored trucks, matte green beasts with reinforced hulls, each a 10-ton M113A3, turrets swiveling, engines snarling like caged wolves.

At this point it's pretty played out. ????: I I want to speak to your leader since you made it quite clear to the world that the two of you cannot be stopped by mere military tactics however each of the snipers that have rifles trained on you are equipped with a one-time shot. Anti-material rounds created from black holes. Suffice to say no matter what happens that bullet will follow you for the rest of your life. I am Sergeant Richards of area 51 special division unit. from what I understand the two of you managed to take managed to take out a Japanese military base on your own. That's some pretty impressive work and so far you've turned down the French militaries offer for joining their ra

I’d seen it when we were doing the walkthrough but there hadn’t been a gun in it at the time. “I’m sorry, is that…is that an M99 sniper rifle? Just…laying in the floor?” I looked up at Marek who chuckled. “It’s not my favorite but it will do in a pinch.” Reaching down, he pulled out the gun and the extra case of bullets. “It’s a single shot but I can get it reloaded pretty quickly. Just know there is still a few seconds that I need to reload.” I shook my head as I pulled up the extra armor over the side windows. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Let me help you.“ She wrapped a arm around my waist, while I threw mine across her shoulders. Gently, she helped me out of the bed, and we made our way towards the bathroom which was outside the tent. Every step was a struggle. Every painful gasp that slipped past my lips was a reminder of everything I had gone through. After what seems like eternity, we reached the bathroom. “Thank you, Elara,” I say. “Anytime,” she replied and made her way outside. I undressed and stepped into the warm herbal bath. I sat into the bathtub and only then did I feel relieved a little. My eyes landed on the bruises on my body. I remembered how hard I had begged those soldiers, while screaming 'my baby' but no

Phil grinned slightly and nodded. "Did you heal her face scars?" He asked bluntly and Faelon nodded. "I'd fix her vision as well if the humans wouldn't treat her as a medical experiment," he answered. Phil tucked his wings away before buttoning up his shirt. "Have you seen how she looked without scars?" Phil asked curiously. Faelon shook his head not caring. He didn't judge a person by what their outer appearance showed. Phil continued, "she was gorgeous and so deeply in love with Vincent. I can't imagine anyone breaking through that. Especially since she carries his mark." Faelon exhaled deeply and told Phil he didn't care about her mark and would stand by his oath.

He taunted me and I remained silent. The cocky motherfucker was always a good mind reader. He chuckled wickedly. "That will never happen but right now I have another task for you and I don't want any mistakes. Is that clear soldier?" I nodded quietly, unable to form a single sentence because of the pain I was in. A normal person would have passed out by now or even died but the dark tide trained us to surpass any kind of torture. "My Intel has just spotted Lain navier edevane in the woods and it's safe to say that he has taken the bait just like I expected him to."

I said, wiping my face with the back of my hand. He continued petting his dog before rising to level with us. "Where are you guys heading? You should have evacuated by now." "Evacuated?" Mark asked. "Yeah." He kept smiling. The worn-out figure in his army uniform had a beard sprawling like an overgrown bush across his neck. Mid-50s, maybe. His tired eyes betrayed the weariness that lurked beneath. "Well, I walked into war in Wyoming not knowing what I was fighting against. This."

LILA'S POV “What happened to your mark?” Theo's eyes moved over my face, and for a second he looked like he didn't understand what I was talking about. Then his gaze dropped to where I was staring. “My mark?” “The infinity mark.” I pointed towards his chest. “It was there before.” Theo looked down at his shirt, then he reached for the collar and pulled it aside, exposing the skin beneath it. I leaned closer. There was there My eyes moved over his chest again, at the dark infinity symbol he had showed me that day.

"They're under pack protection!" "The pack is weak," the first man said. "And these two... they're special, aren't they? We can smell it on them. Bloodline this pure, this strong—they'll fetch a high price. Or maybe we'll just kill them. Send a message." Everything happened so fast after that. Ava's mother shifted—there was no other word for it. One moment she was human, the next she was a massive wolf, silver-gray and snarling. She launched herself at the nearest attacker, and chaos erupted.