Romans & histoires Cybertron Elite Guard

they were experiencing decades of repressed grief, anger, and fear all at once. ​"Get them to the Under-City!" Leo commanded, using his Alpha-Command frequency to cut through the panic. It wasn't a digital command; it was a physical vibration that signaled Safety. "The maintenance tunnels are reinforced against seismic activity! Move!" ​As the crowd began to flow toward the subterranean entrances, the first of the Iron Erasers descended. These weren't drones; they were the Council’s "Elite Guard", shifters who had voluntarily traded their souls for absolute mechanical power. They hit the ground with the force of meteors, their ceramic armor absorbing the impact.

"If they turn that thing on, it will broadcast a control signal to everyone who used the Ambrosia serum. They will become sleeper drones." "Not on my watch," Jackson planted a C4 explosive on the base of the tower. "Intruders!" A technician spotted them. "Plan B," Jackson drew his dual pistols. The hangar doors opened, and a second wave of guards poured in. But these weren't humans. They moved too fast, too smoothly. Cyber-ninjas. Like the ones on the train, but upgraded. "Mia, you’re up," Jackson yelled into the radio. "Get down here!"

She asked. The child pointed downward. Toward the floor. Silence followed. Then everyone felt it. A vibration. Low. Steady. Growing stronger. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. Nathan immediately looked disturbed. “I don’t like that sound.” Nobody did. Then Elliot’s tablet suddenly flashed. Multiple alerts. DOZENS of alerts. “Oh no.” Again. Always again. Victor groaned. “Elliot.” Elliot looked up. His voice barely worked. “They’ve released the Guardians.”

Kydence hated being looked at like a weakling, she promised herself that she wouldn’t depend on anyone, not even her mate, to protect her. When she and her brothers turned sixteen not only were they able to find their mate, but they also discovered that they are Shadow Guards. Shadow Guards are Elite Warriors blessed by the Moon Goddess to protect all her children from evil in the supernatural and human realms. Her uncle and father already knew that the triplets were blessed by the Moon Goddess, all her warriors bored a small moon shaped birthmark that could only be seen by the Alpha and Beta of the Shadow Guards. Only the Alpha, Beta and Gamma knew the true identity of the Shadow Guards. To

His eyes, now entirely white pools of light, locked onto the squad. "My turn," Tristan whispered. It wasn't his voice. It was a chorus. He snapped his fingers. Discharge. He didn't fire a beam. He released a localized EMP pulse of pure Void energy. The shockwave ripple was visible—a translucent sphere expanding at the speed of sound. When it hit the guards, they didn't bleed. They simply stopped. Their armor powered down. Their cybernetic limbs seized. Their neural implants fried instantly. Ten elite soldiers dropped to the floor like puppets with their strings cut.

Hate that we're fighting wolves who might just be following orders. But they chose to serve the Council. Chose to enforce their tyranny. And now they're paying the price. The main building looms ahead, massive and imposing. More guards pour out of the entrance, but these ones move differently. "Elite guard." Knox identifies them. "Council's personal security. These aren't just pack warriors." "Former military." Doc adds. "See the way they're positioning? Special forces training." Great. Just what we need. The elite guards open fire with precision shots, aiming for joints and weak points rather than center mass. One bullet grazes my shoulder, another hits Knox in the thigh.

The ground shifted as three Architects—the ten-foot giants of glass—stepped out from the shadows of the Obelisk. But these weren't like the ones at the border. These were wearing Thorne Security armor. "They’ve merged," Julian whispered, raising his weapon. "The tech and the monsters. They’re evolving." The Battle for the Foundation Aero Charging a "Supernova" punch to crack the Obelisk's base. Critical (Draining fast) Lyra Maintaining a "Void Shield" to stop the green beams. High (Strained)

"We have to focus on the issue at hand first. We need to conquer Harlyn’s pack. We need to find our people a new home before winter gets to them. We can deal with John later. We can find Carla and your mother once we have a home to keep them safe in." I took a deep breath, forcing Ace to the back of my mind. "I agree," I said. I closed my eyes and mind-linked Connor. "Connor, guard the diner. Protect Rayne with your life. I trust that you will keep our people safe." "Yes, Alpha," Connor’s voice replied instantly, steady and loyal. I looked at the twenty men from my Elite Guard who stood waiting for me at the treeline. The Elite Guard were the best warriors I had left. The rest I had ordered

These were the elite—vampires trained in the dark arts of the Triad, their fangs elongated and their eyes glowing with a malicious, chemically-enhanced light. One of the guards lunged at him, a silver-edged blade aimed at his throat. Somito didn't flinch. He caught the guard’s wrist mid-swing, the bone snapping with a sickening crunch. With a guttural growl, Somito swung the guard like a club, clearing a path through the secondary line of defense.