New Age of Heroes 1: The League of Protectors - Dawn of a New Age (36 page)

Azir dropped Jason
to the ground and stepped right over him like he was nothing more
than a doormat. Stretching his hands forward, Azir delivered a
concussive energy blast that sent anyone in range to the ground. “You
protectors amuse me. The Ashtarian Empire will find you humans quite
entertaining.”

Jason slowly stood
to his feet. He cracked his neck and back and then turned his
attention on Azir. “You know, having the power I have has been
difficult. See, with plenty of training I’ve tapped into a good
amount of my potential. The problem is, the things I can do would
kill just about anyone I tried them on. Thus I’ve never used my
full potential. Not even Joe Dorgan has seen what I’m truly
capable of. You however, I think can take it. I think you’re
the perfect opponent to test my full strength on.”

Jason conjured up
all the energy around him. His eyes turned red as he exerted more
energy than he had ever used before. The ball of energy he was
conjuring up was massive. The rest of the League looked on in awe as
Jason ushered up all the energy he could.

“I need an
empty building,” Jason said to Commander Sullivan over the
shared com link. Commander Sullivan signaled to one of his agents to
find him an empty building. The agent quickly scanned through the
local buildings until he found one that was completely empty.

“Thanks,”
Jason replied and then ended communications. Jason pushed his hands
backwards to his side and then forward releasing the ball of energy.

Azir seemed
surprise as the massive amount of energy rapidly approached him.
There was a loud explosion as the blast hit Azir straight into the
chest. The blast sent Azir through one of the nearby buildings.
Debris fell everywhere as the building started to collapse.

“Woah!”
Jackson said loudly clearly impressed by what he saw. Jason flew
straight through the door and headed inside the collapsing building.
He searched for the alien but saw no signs of him. Suddenly, Azir
levitated up from the debris that covered him. He lounged forward and
grabbed Jason by the neck. He lifted Jason over his head and slammed
him back down to the ground aggressively.

“No matter
what you do, no matter how much strength you use, you will never be
able to stop me!” Azir shouted.

On the alien's left
arm was a device, the alien pressed the device and his slightly
inhuman appearance started to change drastically. Jason stood
watching as the pale skinned alien suddenly transformed into a red
skin alien with tribal tattoos across his face.

“There is no
need to hide my true appearance anymore.” the red skin alien
said with a sinister smile.

“The
Ashtarian Empire will rule this planet just like we have done with so
many others. This is a dawn of a new era for this world. An Ashtarian
era, and my superiors will reward me greatly for my service!”

“Red faced
alien bent on planetary domination. Definitely didn't see that one
coming!” Jackson said.

“Should we go
in there?” Bianca asked. The League of Protectors couldn’t
see what was happening and Jason wasn’t responding to any of
their calls.

Jason used all his
strength to grab the left wrist of Azir. He bent Azir’s wrist
backwards, at the same time, he freed his right leg and used it to
kick Azir off of him. He quickly kip flipped himself off the ground
and delivered another high concentrated energy blast. Jason climbed
on top of Azir and relentlessly unloaded on him with all he had. The
debris was continuing to fall and pretty soon the entire building was
going to collapse.

That didn't matter
to Jason though. He continued attacking the alien, disregarding his
own safety completely. Viciously he hammered Azir until the alien was
no longer able to fight back. Battered and bruised, Jason walked out
of the building, leaving just seconds before the entire building
collapsed.

“He's hurt,”
Jackson stated seeing a noticeable limp in Jason's movement.

“On it,”
Shayne replied. Shayne sped over to Jason and brought him back to the
rest of the group.

“Agent
Hardine this is Garrett do you copy?”

“Yes,”
Agent Hardine replied.

“Do you have
any snipers remaining on the roof?

“Yes.”
Agent Hardine replied unsure as to why Garrett was asking.

“I’ve
hacked into the technology supporting the force field the two other
aliens are using. In a second I'm going to adjust the frequency of
the force field which will allow one of your shooters to take them
out. The shield will only be down for seconds so your shooter better
make it count.”

“Understood,”
Agent Hardine said over the radio.

“Banks, it's
on you,” Agent Hardine said much to the surprise of Agent
Banks.

Agent Banks was
still fairly new to G.U.A.R.D and he would've assumed Agent Hardine
would've went with one of the more experienced agents. Nevertheless,
Agent Banks was ready. He had to be, when your name was called, you
had to be trusted to do what was expected of you.

Agent Banks and
Garrett linked up so that the agent would know the exact moment to
shoot. Three snipers positioned from the adjacent building fired upon
the two remaining aliens as an distraction for Agent Banks. Garrett
punched away at his laptop quickly adjusting the alien frequency.
“Fire in three, two, one... Now!” Garrett shouted.

Agent Banks fired
one shot and then another in rapid succession catching the two aliens
completely off guard. Both shots fired was done with perfect
precision. The two aliens fell from their rooftop and began
descending to the ground.

From back inside
the collapsed building, Azir aggressively punched his way out of the
debris. The angered alien struggled to get out of the building and
when he did, he became witness to Aza and Axendal's fall from the
roof. Frantically, Azir stretched his hands forward and used his
telekinesis to prevent his family from falling to the ground. He
screamed out in agony as he stared into the lifeless bodies of Aza
and Axendal.

The League turned
their attention back to Azir expecting to have to go another round
with the alien. That was not the case though. Azir angrily pressed a
button on the device that was located on his left arm. Somehow with
all the damage that was done, the device still was functional. The
device activated the engine on his cloaked ship. The ship uncloaked
itself and hummed loudly. The doors opened and awaited Azir’s
arrival.

“Your actions
today has doomed your planet. I shall return and when I do, you will
feel the true wrath of the Ashtarian empire. We will turn this place
into ash. You will pray for mercy and none shall be given. Enjoy your
freedom, for your days are numbered!”

“You mad
bro?” Jackson called out to the distraught alien.

With his brother
and sister in his arm, Azir levitated himself to his ship. The ship
ascended into the sky and away from the Earth.

In the days that
followed there was lots of cleaning up and explaining to do. The
realization that Earth wasn’t the only planet with life was now
no longer a secret to the public. MyTube videos and news feed played
footage of The League’s heroic actions time and time again.
What was once a rather negative public opinion of the League of
Protectors was no longer the case.

With the growing
threat to the country and the planet itself, it was now clear that
the world needed a league. There were Post Humans everywhere that
were abusing their abilities. Not to mention there were war hungry
aliens bent on conquering the planet. It was clear that the world
needed a protector. Not just a protector, but an entire league of
protectors. It was clear that the world needed The League of
Protectors!

Epilogue

In an undisclosed
location Joseph Stockton angrily watched as the League once again
saved the day. The news conference of the President publicly lending
his support to the League did nothing but infuriate Joseph more!

“It looks as
if the League is going to be more trouble than I imagined!”
Joseph said angrily out loud.

“Nothing we
can't handle,” a familiar voice said.

From the shadows of
the room where Joseph Stockton was, Charles Ortega and several
individuals appeared before him. Joseph's frown turned into a slick
grin as Charles Ortega and his deadly group surrounded him.

“It seems
you've put together quite the formidable team,” Joseph said
admiring the deadly group Charles had assembled.

“I've got a
few more additions to make. The League of Protectors thought that
alien and his pathetic army was deadly, just wait until they have to
deal with us.”

Charles looked at
the television screen which was showing images of the League members.

“We will kill
every single one of them!” Charles exclaimed. Joseph and
Charles laughed sinisterly as the rest of the group looked on.

New Age of Hero Series

Thank you for taking the time to read this novel. The
League of Protectors is the introductory novel to a series filled
with the extraordinary. In this world, superheroes, aliens, demons,
vampires, witches and so much more exist. In League of Protectors, a
group of Post Humans had to unite together to stop an alien threat.
At the end of the story,the alien Azir retreated back to space vowing
vengeance upon Earth.

Azir's
actions sets up new adventures and expands the
New
Age of Hero Series
beyond
this galaxy. The novel “Space Conquest,” will introduce a
set of brand new characters aboard an American spaceship. Readers of
this novel will learn more about the Ashtarian Empire and why they
are so deadly.

What's
exciting about the
New Age of Hero
Series
is
that all these characters and novels are connected but each story can
be read as a stand alone. Early in The League of Protectors novel, a
reference was made about vampires in Chicago. This set the stage for
a stand alone story based on the adventures of the vampire Damian
Kaine. On the next page is a chapter from my vampire novel titled,
“The Damian Kaine Chronicles.” Enjoy! ~ C.G.

The Damian Kaine Chronicles

When
is this shift going to end?
Charisma
complained in her head, mopping up yet another careless spill in the
coffee house. The faux antique clock above the mantle showed it to be
around nine thirty at night.

Why
her manager chose to leave a coffee house open this late was beyond
her… If they were lucky, they may have a single customer
stumble in, typically with some sort of angst filled sob story that
was unloaded on her. She’d listen with a mild, faintly amused
expression, and then usher them out the door, steaming mocha in hand.
It didn’t pay well, but the shop was like home to her.

She
loved the scent of vanilla and coffee, the warm suede walls, and the
dark stained wooden floors. The view of the Park was lovely as
well... though she’d be damned before she walked through it at
night. At twenty three years old, walking unaccompanied through
Chicago was not something she did often. She’d seen the
newspapers the business men left in the mornings… read the
articles about incidents and accidents. She still had another year of
college and didn’t plan to end it lying bleeding in an alley
somewhere in the city.
Another glance at the clock and she walked
to the door, locking it from the inside. Relieved that the shift was
finally over, she scampered to the bathroom, looking at her tired
reflection in the mirror.

Golden
blonde hair was tied in a loose bun at the base of her neck, a few
frazzled strands escaping the scrunchie and falling across her face.
Her golden eyes, framed with ebony black lashes, looked dark in the
dim lighting, the ocher color matching the Apple and Eve Bakery polo
she was wearing.

She
smoothed a chap stick over her full lips, the closest thing to makeup
that she wore. She grabbed her purse from under the counter, cursing
as her khakis caught on the edge of the wood and fraying a bit. One
last look through the shop and she flicked the lights off, stepping
out into the chilly night.

Her
hand wrapped around the set of house keys in her purse, fingering the
tiny can of pepper spray attached to the key chain as she walked to
the bus station. The night buzzed with energy, the air crisp and
alive.

Though
the stars couldn’t be seen because of the city lights, the
almost full moon gleamed like a silver dollar in the blue black sky.
Charisma smiled to herself, settling down on a bench and crossing her
legs patiently to wait.

She
pulled out her phone, punching in a text to her friend Fiona.
‘Breakfast tomorrow? I’m off work!’ The smell of
gas hit her nose as the bus groaned to a stop in front of the pickup
station. Forking the driver a few dollars, she skirted past the few
fellow riders and settled into the back seat.

Always
cautious, Charisma surveyed her surroundings. There were several
shady looking characters on this bus that made her very uneasy. The
combination of gas and bad odors would make for a very unpleasant
ride, even if it was only for fifteen minutes. Reaching inside her
left pocket, Charisma took out her vibrating phone. She anticipated
it being Fiona replying to her text, but
to
her surprise, it
wasn’t.

“
Hello?”
she said, picking up the hand-held.

“
Charisma?”
A
somewhat familiar
voice said. Checking the caller ID, she saw that the caller was
private.