Cybertron Elite Guard Novels & Stories

My nerves were already frayed, and the air smelled electric—like the kind of storm that didn’t just drench you, it cursed you. The guard opened the back door. I slid into the seat without a word. He moved to open the passenger side for Bram. But Bram didn’t get in. He stood there. Still as a damn statue in the downpour. Then he pulled out his phone. Typed something fast. The guard’s phone buzzed. He checked it, brow furrowing. “But sir” the guard try to say Another buzz. He flinched. I caught a glimpse of the screen as he lowered it:

Brianna- Elite's leader- Mind Doctor Brian/Kale- Elites second in command- Brute force and telepathy Stephanie- Elite's brains- Analyst Jaggers- Master of speed- Fire fox Eunice- Elite's instant pain bringer- Silent screams David- Elite's mercenary - Earth shaker Dan- Elite's ace- Instant darkness bringer Alexa- Elite's mode of confusion- Illusion creator Raven- Elite's top warrior- Fighter, analyst Anna- Elite's backup- Telekinesis

“The day has not come when you need help. I will be watching from my quarters. I am casting the barrier spell from there. Asher, The Warrior Guardian, is a taker of lives. I don’t want mine to be next.” He pulled Marina close to him so he could see the truth in her eyes. “Coward! So that’s it then? Put the barrier up and hide in your quarters till it’s done?” She looked away from him. Legarde releases his grip. “Then, why agree to this?” “Those are my orders, my Lord commands it.” “Get the barrier up on my signal.” Legarde turned his back to her and stomped towards the cave, trying to think of the exact moment when he became a Guardian exterminator.

he asked quickly sensing our disinterest in a drawn out chit chat. “Vince, bro, no…this isn’t a social call. Our training is done here. We aren’t coming back, at least not without Ellie. The prophecy has sped up. We will be taking on the role as her Guardian Knights,” Bronx barked at him. I could feel Bronx’s anxiety through our triplet connection. All three of us were fighting to keep it together as we made last minute preparations to leave. Blaze, Bullet and Banshee had been snapping and growling insistently since the “calling” started.

I didn’t care much about my own pain, but I kept looking at Drax, expecting him to shift very soon. I didn’t care anymore. I actually wanted him to shift, so he could deal with those fucking rogues. Sadly, he didn’t. He just grunted, trying his best to subvert the pain. “That’ll teach you to learn not to talk anyhow to boss’s girlfriend.” They added as they continued hitting us. “Enough!” Ryker, who stood at the entrance, ordered them. “We want them alive for the bargain.” “Chad, guard the cave. Keep an eye on them.” He told one of them. Then he turned around, and the rest of them followed him.

Daniel nodded slowly. “Yes.” Emily looked at Edward Knight. “You designed this.” Edward’s voice remained calm. “Yes.” Ryan crossed his arms. “So basically if anyone tries to steal Helios…” “…the system protects itself.” Edward nodded. “That was the idea.” Across the city, Margaret Knight slammed her hand against the conference table. “The system is blocking us.” One of the executives whispered. “The guardians are defending it.” Margaret’s eyes narrowed. “Then we remove the guardians.” Back inside the underground control room.

And standing in the exact center of the room, looking directly upward into the hidden, encrypted security lens, was Worker 892. Chloe. But she was no longer hunched, no longer broken, and no longer wearing the cumbersome hazmat suit. She was dressed in the sleek, black tactical gear of a Genesis elite guard, holding a submachine gun in one hand and a decrypted master-key drive in the other. Chloe stared into the camera, a chilling, perfectly sane smile stretching across her hollowed face, and mouthed three words clearly enough for Elara to read them perfectly. Check on Julian. Before Elara could react, the feed cut to black, and the entire power grid of Genesis Island violently shut down, pl

No girl could possibly resist a holy-grail, limited-edition Labubu figure. Especially this 'Cyber Mirage' edition. The figure looked so effortlessly cool wrapped up in its cyberpunk aesthetic. She was absolutely obsessed with it. She had pre-ordered it on the official website and waited a whole year without any luck, yet today, it had miraculously fallen into her lap. Wilda cradled the gift box, practically dancing with joy. Zander opened his mouth, about to explain the misunderstanding, when he caught sight of Sabrina walking through the front door out of the corner of his eye.

Look up, the guard commanded, using the tip of the weapon to force her chin higher. As her eyes adjusted to the dim, green luminescence of the raw moonstone veins in the ceiling, the features of her new captor came into focus. He wasn't a veteran executioner like Trevor. He was barely out of his twenties, wearing the pristine, lightweight silver-rimmed tactical gear of the Capital Vanguard—the elite enforcement squad that answered directly to the supreme elder tribunal. On his chest plate hung the golden crest of a stylized wolf skull crushed beneath a balancing scale. Beside the guard, the scarred female outcast warrior was still slumped against the timber beam. She hadn't moved a muscle, h