Diablo Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

I never die. Kael advanced, his weapon gleaming more intensely. "You're not correct. We can if we work together. The ensuing conflict was unlike anything they had ever encountered. The Nexus's strikes were unrelenting, and its strength was overpowering. But because of their unbreakable relationships and same goal, the squad fought together.

The things included my tattered, patched-up old coat, the dusty work pants Dad wore for his act, the ledger of fabricated debts, and the tires of the beat-up bicycle that made sounds louder than the broken bell. Then, they lit everything on fire. Flames leaped up at once, greedily devouring these props all filled with nothing but lies. Mom sobbed as she watched the items burn. "There are no creditors. There's no 5,000,000-dollar debt. We have so much money that we don't even know what to do with it… You don't have to collect bottles or save up on electricity anymore…" Her hands trembled as she pulled out a black card from her bag, a symbol of unlimited wealth. She wanted to throw the card in

To the right was a boy whose very outline seemed to glitch and tear, his physical form constantly dissolving into dense, black smoke and re-solidifying. "Target acquired," the vibrating behemoth ground out, his voice trembling with a mixture of terror and forced compliance. He locked eyes with Baraka. "Patient Zero. We are ordered to incapacitate and extract. Do not resist." "You don't have to do this," Baraka said, stepping forward, placing himself squarely between the Suicide Squad and the fleeing refugees. The violet sparks ignited across his knuckles, casting harsh purple shadows across the damp bricks. "I can disable the collars. I did it for the last squad. Let me break the leash."

He thought the council would accept his retirement but it would be the end of his life. “You are stupid! You know you can't survive if you don't finish those and you really told them what you know!” Voice of a man getting out of a car. This is probably their leader. Azrael and Seraphine immediately stood up and pointed the gun at the man but before they could get ready, he tried to shoot Azrael. Azrael was still holding his captured man, He make him like a human shield and caught bullets from their leader's gun. Four gunshots ended his life. Azrael and Seraphine immediately returned fire.

“We request that you send a team of assassins after the boy. Amalgamation is weakened and breached. This is the best chance to get a few of our men in to do the job. I know that this is risky, but we can send the Death Squad after him. They will take their lives to ensure that they take his.” Elder Miriam’s words sent a chill down the spines of most of the Elders. The Death Squad was a team of strong warriors who reported directly to Elder Miriam. They were her life’s blood and evidence of her greatest investment. They fought like people possessed and knew no fear. They had been trained in espionage, and were resistant to every form of torture in the world. Each of them had no tongues so one

I ignore the shocked looks on the Alphas’ faces. Leo comes out with me, taking a hold of my hand, intertwining our fingers. I know he’s not exactly happy about the Death Squad being here. Demon explained how they give him an uneasy feeling since they are connected to the Undeads. Which makes sense, since Deads were created with Undead's blood. They are pretty much werewolves turned into monsters.

We live in fear of death, that one day it will be our turn to die, most especially when we fall into the wrong hands. One is the ‘Asmodeus’s heirs’. They are like the guards in Squid Game, but they don’t kill or draw blood unless it’s completely necessary or they are forced to. They only do things that are beneficial to them, like stealing. They are thieves, and they will only kill you when you refuse to give them what they came for—and Asmodeus’s heirs dress in all red. Then we have the ‘Lucifer’s heirs’. This set of squad rocks the colour black, and they are the most dangerous of both squads. They enjoy it all; all they do is harm people most unimaginably, in addition to other terrible thi

"I have an ambush squad at my disposal. Not many, only about thirty thousand, but they're all Yitro Daeclon Ranks, including a hundred Soma Daeclon Ranks, though they're new." Rebella looked at him like she’d seen a ghost. "When did you even assemble that squad? It's powerful." "Doom Race," Lesia tugged on Rebella and looked at Xezal. "Kill them as much as possible. They cannot find out, and don't harm their souls, or Yaretzi can't collect them." "That's why we need a powerful figure who's efficient and knows when to stop," said Xezal quietly. "Truett and Xitlaly aren't here, while Wyot is dispatched to the Dark World. Adair can't be trusted with this…”

“I knew it could. But I thought if we cut him off fast enough…” “We didn’t.” “No,” she admitted. “We didn’t.” We sat in silence a while longer. Finally, I asked, “How do you kill something people believe in?” “You don’t,” she said. “You outlive it. You outbuild it.” That night, Dante called a private council. No guns. No threats. Just voices. He opened with something I didn’t expect: “We lost.” Everyone looked at him. But he didn’t flinch. “We lost the war for the streets. The moment Umbraion made them believe he died for them.”

However, the Phoenix Squad, which had always seemed to be invincible, suddenly found themselves in a sticky situation when going against the Whalen Brigade's four Warlords. The Warlords seemed unimaginably powerful. The Phoenix Squad had already used up all their tricks, but the Warlords still seemed unfazed. When the Phoenix Squad tried to escape, they were stopped with ease. "Alright. That's all they've got. Get them!" First Warlord suddenly exclaimed. After he said this, the four Warlords suddenly showed their true capabilities. The four members of the Phoenix Squad were soon suppressed. Once they ran out of energy, they were captured alive. The same thing happened to the other members. M