Ben 10 Galactic Enforcers Novels & Stories

Her voice directly injured nearly 30 Ruler Rankers, making them unable to maintain their Eternal Golden Bodies. This kind of strength was simply shocking. In reality, even if Amadi came out again and wanted to kill Benito to vent his anger, no galaxy beasts would come forward to help Benito as long as he watched his mouth and did not make these galaxy beasts think that he wanted to destroy the entire Beast Galaxy. Even the Tyrant Rex Clan would personally deliver Benito to Amadi in order to save their race. Such was the deterrent power of the Universe Enforcer. It was also due to the power displayed by Celeste's voice.

"Manufactured by a Sterling subsidiary three years ago. Did you really think I wouldn't leave a backdoor?" With a single tap, the lights on the Enforcers' suits turned from blue to a flashing red. The silver plating hissed, the magnetic locks disengaging. The armor fell away, leaving the soldiers exposed and confused. "Finish them," Victor commanded. Kael didn't need a second invitation. In a flash of silver-black fur, the path was cleared. As they reached the cliffside exit, the ocean spray hitting their faces, they found Silas Vane waiting. He wasn't in armor; he sat in a hovering command chair, flanked by a dozen snipers.

I bit through the first one’s neck and crushed the other rogue’s body against a tree and then turned and ran after Winston. Ten enforcers stood in front of the packhouse as Winston and Scott growled at them. I brought up the rear with Jared and Connor and Scott turned his head to look back at me. I shifted back to my human form and pulled the shorts on that Connor handed to me. “Welcome to the Enforcer Pack,” I said as I walked over to them. “The rogues are all dead Alpha,” Connor said. “Shift,” I said as I let my aura come forth and made Winston and Scott submit.

They were lobotomizing him with sound. The brush parted. Six Council Enforcers stepped out. They wore sleek, black tactical gear. Their ears were covered by heavy, lead-lined muffs. They didn't have to shift. They carried silver-tipped harpoon guns. "Target secured," the lead Enforcer said. He didn't even look at me. I was just a human-shaped obstacle in a white lab coat. "Take the Alpha. Kill the rest." "Don't touch him." I reached into the pocket of my coat. My fingers found the small, velvet-lined case. My heart was a frantic bird against my ribs.

Kind of awesome, if you asked Belle. It was hoped that the shielding enforcers could buy them enough time to even the playing field whilst the Fer Fung and Immi dismantled Nimue’s channelling. The two enforcers who could channel electricity would use their powers to counteract any earth magic sent their way if the shield was down. If the Gylandies had their own shield, which was likely, Belle and Serena would work on bringing it down. Layke, would be managing the combat squad for when it was time with Beau, Rai, Coen, and Belle’s father.

"You're going to use me to carry that." "We're going to use your heat to carry it," Kellan said, and he set the patch down with a small click. "Bastian Crowne can smell an enforcer from a mile away. He avoids every trap we lay. But a lone omega in full heat—drenched in a scent so strong it masks everything else—he won't be able to resist. You'll walk into his territory, find his cabin, and get close enough for the patch to activate. Once he's down, our enforcers move in and execute him."

I asked him. “Your anguish, we all felt it, our Lady is in danger,” he said and I blinked as I looked at him. “Let’s go,” I said and kept walking. I reached the front door and halted once more on the steps of the porch as Damon and Connor stood there with the Enforcer pack at the bottom of the steps. They all bowed their heads at me and Jett stopped and stood on my right. “Enforcers, gear up, we’re going to war!” I said loudly.

I demanded as I yanked on my shirt. “Too many,” Galen said grimly. “Scouts just returned. They’re flying Council banners. But they’re not emissaries.” Tessa was up now, dragging on a tunic, power already flickering across her skin in faint, silver sparks. “Enforcers?” Galen nodded once. “And then some. They’ve brought war beasts. Siege carts. Looks like half the Council’s private army is on the move.” I stepped forward, rage simmering beneath my skin. “How long until they reach the outer perimeter?”

"Make it stop. Make it quiet!" Up in the observation deck, safely behind the energy shields, the Refined Enforcers raised their kinetic-logging tablets. Above the arena, the massive, translucent glass pillars hummed, waiting to drink the energy. "Commence generation," the Enforcer ordered. The boy let out an ear-splitting, inhuman shriek and launched himself at Marcus.

MIA'S POV The Enforcer was bigger than any we'd faced before. Twenty feet of armored death machine, its body covered in plates that looked like they'd been forged from nightmares and bad decisions. Its eyes glowed that sickly blue color I'd come to associate with administrator technology, cold, calculated, and completely without mercy. "TARGETS IDENTIFIED," it announced in a voice that was more mechanical screech than words. "MIA D'LORNE. BREE DEBOIS. CAPTURE PROTOCOLS AUTHORIZED. LETHAL FORCE APPROVED."