Cybertron Elite Guard Novels & Stories

The heavy, pressurized doors of the pods blew outward with a deafening hiss. Pouring out of the smoke were the Founders' elite Vanguard. They weren't the standard Shock-Troopers we had fought before. These were Sun-Guard hulking, eight-foot-tall cybernetic brutes clad in heavy, impenetrable gold-plated armor, wielding massive thermal-hammers. "Light 'em up!" Dax commanded. The courtyard erupted into absolute chaos. Reaper opened the engagement, his sniper rifle barking from a second-story window. An explosive round hit a Sun-Guard dead in the chest plate. The explosion knocked the brute back a step, but the golden armor barely scratched.

They didn't have faces; their helmets were smooth, featureless domes of white plasteel. In their right hands, they held crackling, superheated plasma halberds. On their left arms, they projected massive, rectangular shields made of solid, hard-light energy. SYSTEM ALERT (HUD): PRAETORIAN GUARD (ELITE). THREAT LEVEL: EXTREME. "Ten hostiles! Heavy armor, energy shielding!" Ren shouted, resting the barrel of his spectral pistol on the edge of the marble desk. "I've got the vanguard!" Leo yelled. He stepped out from behind the pillar, planting his feet wide. He raised the heavy machine gun and held the trigger down.

she stops to looking at me bewildered. “I don’t pay attention to Lore.” I respond. She laughs at me. Even when she laughs, she is intimidating. I want so badly to allow myself to be impressed by her, but I hold it back. She has to have some ulterior motive. “You are a werewolf. You ARE lore.” she taps me in the forehead with her finger and then sighs. “Guardians are an elite group of people who are trained to be the best in every respect. We are the ultimate weapon and gift.”

The title hangs in the air like a verdict. “I don't need your words to find him.” Another pause. “I just need to break the man who thinks he is his protector.” I turn to one of the guards by the wall, except he's trembling. “Bring the irons,” I commanded.“The neuro spikes , tier two.” The guard freezes, his hand hovers over the rack. “Commander…” he whispers, voice cracking. “They are designed to get the truth out of people, he is an Elite Alpha.”

He swung his rifle toward the glowing coolant stacks, but before he could pull the trigger, the shadows in the corners of the room detached themselves. Four men, dressed in the charcoal suits of high-end security but moving with a synchronized, uncanny fluidity, stepped into the blue light. Their eyes weren't just reflecting the monitors; they were emitting a faint, rhythmic pulse of light. "The Elite," Genevieve said, her eyes glittering with pride. "The first of the fully integrated. They don't feel pain, Julian. They don't feel doubt. They only feel the Signal." The Kinetic Exorcism The fight was a blur of high-speed violence. Julian was a cyclone, his movements honed by years of survival

Only the low hum of machines drifted upward, like the breathing of a vast sleeping beast. “Automated defense,” Jake whispered, lifting his binoculars. “Heat sensors, motion detectors… and look there. At the gate.” I followed his gaze. There were no humans at the entrance. Hybrids stood in formation. Not the twisted, unfinished creatures that had attacked the Nest. These were different. More refined. Armored, disciplined monsters standing in perfect rows, with nothing in their eyes but the empty light of obedience. “The elite of Project Beginning,” Nathan growled, claws digging into the earth. “Rodriguez did not waste time.”

To fire him, burn the contract, anything to smother the heat coiling in his chest. He went for the bar cart instead, took the bottle, and poured until the glass was more full than it should’ve been. The crystal was cold against his hand, grounding him for half a second then slipping, because nothing really steadied him. He swallowed the burn and let it scrape down his throat. “You hear anything about that burner?” he asked Isabella, his voice sharper than he meant, clipped and jagged. She didn’t flinch. She stood at his desk, typing on her tablet, with a mean. “IT is still working on it. Whoever locked this down knew what they were doing. Military-grade encryption. Professional.”

Symbols covered its surface, glowing faintly red and shifting constantly as if the gate itself was alive and thinking. "That's it," Erina whispered. "The first gate. Once we're through that, we're inside the Core's outer defenses." "What's guarding it?" Brady asked. As if in answer, figures emerged from the shadows on either side of the gate. They moved in perfect synchronization, their steps measured and precise. Alas! They were Elite Enforcers. But these were different from any enforcers we'd encountered before. They stood seven feet tall, their bodies covered in armor that seemed to be part of their flesh rather than worn over it. Their eyes glowed with cold intelligence rather than the m

"Strong heartbeat, but she's completely out." Alpha Marcus cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm, sending papers and ornaments clattering to the floor. "Bring her here," he commanded, his voice steady despite the fear radiating from him. This girl who had been so mistreated under his roof was now revealed to be something ancient and precious, a Guardian whose fate was entwined with his sons and possibly the world itself.

“ But you are my mate… the first person I have ever knotted.” “I didn’t know you could control it,” I whisper, my eyes looking into his. His hand gently caresses my cheek as he nods, “Guardians can…” he says, kissing my nose “We don’t have families often,” he explains. “Our existence is to protect ancients, so we have the ability to choose when and who we want to have pups with.” My heart races and he smiles, “Mia, I could never reject you… I have wanted you since the first week we met,” he pauses. “But I thought you were forbidden.”