Diablo Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

"You claimed that we can only fight five of them. Tsk! Mr. Harrington, you underestimated us." "Is the Special Squad very powerful? They're nobodies to me!" … The Special Squad members were dissatisfied after listening to the weird-looking people condemn them that way. They looked angry, and some of them even clenched their fists, ready to beat up those weird-looking people. Dante became happy. He thought, 'Well, it's best if this martial artist isn't bragging!'

She already suspects I have dark and shady businesses, yet she’s never seen me on any broadcast, never seen me on any tribunal, never seen me in any court. That should have been proof enough that I have sufficient resources. My voice is low and yet it booms as I speak, “Thank you for your cooperation, Alpha Joras of the Silvershine pack. I’ll be taking my leave now, as soon as you release my mate.” Sophia goes rigid and I feel it. The old senile Alpha chuckles and goes into a rant. “You killed my sons! You bastard! You killed my servants! You destroyed my home! All for her! All for a worthless woman!”

Estella said in an even tone, “Don’t you think I’d be rotting behind bars by now.” The girl shrugged, “One of the girls said she saw you run out of his room this morning.” Estella forced herself to laugh, “That’s ridiculous. Mr. El Diablo doesn’t sleep with the hired help. That no fraternization clause is in capital letters in our employment contracts for a reason.” “Right! I said the same thing. Anyway, nobody believes her,” the girl said, “Even though the boss is terrifying, he’s still impossibly hot, but we all know he’d never give any of us the time of the day. Especially now that that bitch is back.”

This was something that I knew was beyond all controls, and though I didn’t want to admit it out loud, I knew that it as a bigger possibility being the truth. “He did this, Diablo. Knowing Carlos, and knowing how thirsty he is for power, I know that he is going to be behind the attack and behind whatever we are going through right now.” I said, nodding at the men before they went to pull their guns out of their holsters. I shot two and Diablo shot one, killing him but chose to keep the second alive as he wailed in pain because of the shots that he got on his hand and thigh.

There's a crowd around us, everyone from the party, plus my dad, Alpha Eligor and lots of his warriors all checking the scene. Abaddon is sitting up, Gene and Levi by his side, supporting him so he doesn't fall, he's staring at me but his usual mask is in place, so I can't tell what he's thinking. "What happened?" Alpha Eligor asks, looking at Abaddon, his top lip curled in a sneer as he sees the state of him. "Alpha… I…" He starts but I can see he's unsure what to say. "It's my fault, Alpha." I say, dropping my head in submission and hoping the punishment isn't too severe. "I didn't want to be at the party anymore, so I left. The rogues came out of nowhere, they wanted to do things…"

I begin to see the resemblance between us, he follows my train of thought beautifully, so it's no surprise his question: "What do you need?" I tuck a strand of black hair behind my ear. "The files of every alpha that had a seat in the council in the past eleven years." My mother nods, already accepting my request. "Do you have a plan?" I've prepared myself for this for years, in countless ways, to the tiniest detail. "I'll destroy him," I vouch. The traitor better prepare for the avalanche that's coming his way. I'm ready to fight back.

I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death. There is no stopping me when I start. Every single last target had to die was my motto. If you didn’t plan to die any time soon then don’t approach me. But I had to restrain myself from killing the last one because I knew Dominic probably wanted to question him so I only knocked him out. I was back to normal and I turned my attention back to the people who were standing a few feet away from all of this that had just happened.

“The buttons aren’t doing as they’re told.” Joey snorted at her which just made Sue angrier. “Who the hell is this guy?” Suw demanded as she was killed by a member of the opposing team. They were playing online against some complete strangers and some little punk calling himself IDidYourMom seemed to have it out for Sue because the guy kept shooting her and killing her. “What is his problem?” Beside him, Joey snickered. Being a veteran of the game, he was doing well and had only died once.

Because anyone who came in contact with the Death Squad didn’t live to tell the tale, there weren’t many knows facts but from what I’d heard from the whispers, they were the ghosts in the shadows, the boogeyman of the vampire race and anyone who came into contact with them died a painful death. But death wasn’t the only punishment they were capable of; only the lucky ones got away with death. The rest were tortured for centuries until they went completely insane. The stories I’d heard had been enough to chill me to my bones. There were very few occasions when the Elders got involved and it wasn’t that often. And they didn’t often listen to the other side of the story; they just went for the

she whispered. He leaned forward, his forehead pressing against hers. The weight of him was back—that grounding, massive presence that made the rest of the world feel like a dream. He smelled of the woods and the violence of the night. "The tactical teams are all over the ridge," Dante said, his voice a low vibration against her skin. "They’re not just looking for the manifest anymore. The Judge put out a kill order on all three of us." "We know," Sofia said, tossing a bag of ammunition onto the table. "He’s liquidating the line. So, what’s the plan, Big Brother? Or do we just sit here and wait for the Hounds to tear the roof off?"