Warframe Oc Novels & Stories

War fought the urge to growl at his superior as he smiled briefly at Pomelia before re-adjusting the mirror. "Where am I? We left the compound," she gasped, looking out the window with a look of fear on her face. She was shaking slightly, glancing at Alpha Khan before looking, to War, then at Trent. She was obviously intimidated by all of the male energy in the car.

Guards stepped aside and did not meet my eyes. The war room looked the same. The table was scarred from where I had hit it last night. The captains stood. Merrick and Brenda took their seats. I did not sit. “Report,” I said. Merrick cleared his throat. “The Crescent Order has withdrawn beyond the north gate. Our stores will last two months. Maybe three if we ration.” “Reinforcements?” “None,” he said. “The Western Packs sent a raven. They will not come. They called us cursed.”

War started now. ***

RAPHA OKOYE "I am just a weak omega who cares nothing for fame," Amara Mensah says, his eyes leaking fake tears onto his expensive silver-trimmed combat suit while the crowd watches. "If my presence brings trouble to Master Luciano's great name, I will gladly give up my place in this tactical contest right now."

The final seconds of Game Seven felt like war. Soren Calder flew down the ice, heart hammering, stick gripped like a weapon. Twenty thousand fans screamed for the Vancouver Grizzlies to close it out, captain’s duty, one goal, one fucking goal and they’d take the series. “Move it, Calder!” his right winger shouted. Soren didn’t need the reminder. He saw the opening until Jeremy Draven cut across like a goddamn missile. “Eat shit, Draven!” Soren snarled as they collided shoulder-to-shoulder near the boards. JR’s gray eyes flashed behind his visor, wild and vicious.

The words hung in the air like a declaration of war. Outside the tent, warriors began to gather—drawn by some unseen signal. They stood in formation, weapons ready, faces painted with those ancient symbols. Lady Seraphine stepped outside, and we followed. "The Breaker has arrived," she announced to the assembled crowd. "The one the prophecies foretold. The omega who will lead us against the Void Emperor." Cheers erupted. Warriors banged weapons against shields in rhythmic approval. I had not asked to be a leader. Had not wanted this responsibility.

"Your vanguard metrics are dropping because you expect an Afolayan to carry a human heart under his tactical vest," Brook Owen muttered, his voice cutting through the dim green luminescence of the weapon command deck. He swirled the synthetic blood-wine in his silver chalice, his golden eyes hardening into slits. "I only logged into the Bates alliance to strip their peripheral weapon grids, Chika. Her lineage means absolutely nothing to my inner wolf."

And the crowd goes wild, so eager are they to see me ripped apart for my insolence. “I almost pity her”, “This is going to be good”, “I wonder how long she'll last”, “two seconds tops”, “come on dude at least give her the benefit of a doubt”, “how about a bet”, “oh count me in”, “Start already, I want to see what her insides look like” What a bunch. But that's the reality of being an omega, meat shields in times of war and play things in times of peace. “You can do it!”

Known as the Sentinels. "Oswald Vanguard finally withdrew, but he gave the muzzle of his war missile to an emotionally unstable little girl," said Sentinel One, a white man in a four-star military suit. On the giant screen in front of him, satellite photos of the ruins of the Ordo Draconis Cathedral in Europe and the charred Al-Khabith oil refinery were displayed.

Hearing this, Autumn was startled and said, “If you buy a few at once, I can sell them to you for two million each.” Philip said, “Okay, give me five.” “Any heavy artillery warcraft? Recommend one or two to me.” Hearing Philip's request, Autumn's eyes lit up. Heavy artillery warcraft was beyond compare in terms of price, so she quickly said, “The most powerful warcraft with heavy artillery is the Garuda warcraft, also known as the Sky Gunship. The Garuda warcraft has a total of 24 main energy cannons and 48 secondary energy cannons. It's the absolute overlord of the sky!