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The Altered Revenge

Isaac Hess lives in Greensboro, North Carolina with his family, three dogs, and evil cat. He likes to read, play video games, and watch movies when he’s not fending off ninjas or escaping alien spaceships. He currently attends Missouri State University and is also the author of The Altered Revenge series, Chomped, Speechless, and James Wallace, a novel for young adults. In a distant future of interstellar travel, planetary colonization, and rampant strife, super-powered humans once known as Altered are forced to live their lives in secrecy under a cruel new regime, the New Human Sovereignty. Now called Remnants, they must try to survive in the face of overwhelming forces. But there is hope. Teth and Pyra, two teenage siblings and Remnants, are getting by. Their lives aren't easy, but they manage to make do with what they have. When a simple mistake drives them apart, Teth must do whatever it takes to get his sister back. Royce, a new recruit in the Hunter Guard Corps., a task force designed to hunt down Remnants, is assigned to his first post. When he finds himself in opposition to his former allies, he is forced to find a way to survive with no powers and some very unlikely new friends. Eve, a Remnant from the desert planet Thirst, sets out on a quest for revenge against one of the most powerful men in the galaxy. Too little too late, she realizes she's in way over her head. On an icy planet in the middle of nowhere, Madlyn "Mad" and Taps Cobb are soldiers in the United Revolution, a rebellious force that stands against the authoritarian New Human Sovereignty. When they are ambushed, Madlyn is forced to make decisions which will determine the fate of her squad and the fate of the Revolution itself. Together or alone, they must face whatever comes at them. For family, for friends, for country, for revenge, or for their very survival.

Isaac Hess · sci-fi
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100 Chs

Chapter 95

PETER SQUEEZED THE trigger of a gun that wasn't in his hand. His head swam, and magical lights danced before his eyes, washing over his face in waves of heat. He stuck out his tongue, trying to taste them. They were too far, he knew, and too hot, but he still wanted to know the flavor of light.

There was pain. He touched the back of his head, and his fingers came back wet. That was bad, but he wasn't sure why. He was thirsty and wanted to sleep. Someone was shaking him, grasping his shoulder hard. A frizzy-haired angel was talking to him, but the light was too loud. He couldn't hear the words.

Peter's head suddenly snapped to the side, and he realized the angel had slapped him. Sound came back in a rush, and he recognized the flames spiraling across the room for what they were. The young woman Rosie had held at bay was shooting fire at an older man, who was somehow preventing them from scorching him to the bone.

"Get up, ya lummox," Rosie said. "We's not dyin' today."