Cybertron Elite Guard Novels & Stories

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.

"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

That was the point. I gestured sharply to the guard stationed nearest the pit, and he responded immediately, aiming his shock baton at the pair. The crackling of electricity echoed through the arena, a sound I’d come to relish. Yet even under threat of pain, Christian held his ground. He didn’t cower. He didn’t strike back. Instead, he stood tall, his gaze fixed on the guard with a defiance that made my blood boil.

Damian’s personal elite guard—hand-picked, loyal beyond death—stood firm at the gates, their eyes hard, their hands on their weapons. “You will not touch the Luna,” their captain said, voice like steel. “Not while Damian breathes. Not while we stand.” “Step aside!” the Gamma’s men demanded. “By the order of the acting Alpha!” The elite guards did not move. The tension crackled in the air, warriors on both sides tightening grips, claws itching to unsheath. Back at Lucian’s estate, hidden behind the scenes, Damian and Lucian watched as the trap tightened, their fury mounting, but their patience holding firm—for now

His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame. “I would like to introduce you to 2Pac GX7. He’s a prototype designed to look like the real 2Pac. He has an infinite neural net processor inside his head that helps him learn new things.” Irena tried to introduce 2Pac to Amy, who felt fascinated and creeped out by Irena’s cybernetic soldier. Amy wanted to get her child out of 2Pac’s arms. Somehow, she could feel the technological heat radiating from the metal man’s body. “Mommy!” Omar stretched his little hand out toward his mother.

ADA LUBE After rotating the iron tap valves to clear the ice grime from my pelt, my fingers retrieve Hayden’s ranking day token from the velvet storage case to run a detailed inspection. The asset is a high-tier, voice-integrated synthetic robot predator, engineered to look like an ice tiger because my tracking logs show Hayden maintains a supreme affinity for big cats. That specific variable drove my choice on the digital market.

They had just forced open the emergency maintenance override of the upper hoist cage, descending into the dark like a swarm of starving locusts. ​"They're moving through the mid-level staging dock!" Leo reported, his teeth clicking violently as he monitored the digital readout. He was shivering so hard his fingers nearly slipped on the ice-covered edge of his interface pad. "Vivian, it's not a generic cleanup squad. The biometric scanners are picking up high-impact cybernetic augmentations. It's the rest of Uncle Marcus’s inner shadow-guard. They aren't here to negotiate; they have a hardwired demolition sequence active on their command transponders!"

Four heavily armored Coalition guards carrying heavy assault rifles patrolled the lower wooden catwalks. CLICK. Tristan’s voice crackled through my earpiece, smooth and dark. "Generator prepped, Sovereign. Say the word." I drew my sidearm, gold static beginning to dance along my fingers. "Light it up." BOOM! A bright, violet flash erupted from the base of the tower as Tristan's charge severed the main fuel lines. The massive satellite dish shuddered, sparks raining down as the entire facility lost main power, plunging the guard post into sudden darkness and alarms.

Gideon roared as he motioned with his hand. Golden needles flew from Gideon's hands and buried them into their skulls, locking down their minds and bodies. He didn't plan on killing them—not yet. This elite team was part of the Spirale Clan and was very valuable to Ewan. Now, they were leverage. "Gideon!" The doors to the secret chamber blasted open. Ewan stormed in, flanked by three Dragonsbane Mechs and a massive Quark Warbot. "Well, that was fast," Gideon muttered, eyes narrowing. Things just got complicated. But he didn't flinch.

It’d be terribly one sided. Sol tightened her jacket as she neared the Corpo detail, parked by the dry spot. Her eye scans could pull out a few details from the guards. Usual cybernetic racket; brain cpu implants, jet boots and titanium threaded bulletproof jackets. Not unlike herself, but the woman standing in the middle was definitely her contact.