Draw The Squad Novels & Stories

the squad leader barked, cutting him off. The squad leader's voice cut through the air, sharp as a knife, before he swung his hand, delivering a stinging slap to Levi's cheek. His face was a mask of frost, his presence chilling the room as he thundered, "Who do you think you are? How dare you insult Mr. Cole? Mr. Cole is General Lynch's friend, making him a VIP at our Drunham City military base! You're really pushing your luck, mouthing off about Mr. Cole. Looking for trouble, are you?"

Squad 7. 'Squad 7....,' the instructor started. 'Rita Zintez. Kevin Joan. Asher Frankstin. Aiden Quin.' Aiden looked at the dark haired girl that had on a cheerful smile as he approached his team. 'Hi! I'm Rita,' she laughed. He scrutinized all of them. Kevin had his arms crossed across his chest and had on a twisted facial expression. His gaze stuck on Kevin. Kevin looked at him.

He turned to Maxine and White Tiger, the two titans among them, for guidance. The two men's eyes were locked on Alexander, waiting for his signal. "Now's the time!" Alexander's voice was a whisper as he watched Dak's crew draw the attention of a swarm of wild penguins. He scanned his team. "I'll take the point, White Tiger's got our six, Black Tortoise on the left, Maxine on the right. You three, keep Ivano and the rest safe. Got all that?" "Loud and clear!" The elite squad's response was crisp and unified.

Makenzie walked onto the stage and laughed, "First, let's play drawing! Everyone should know how to play! Whoever draws it will have to act according to the sign instructions. You are not allowed to act shamelessly!" "Is there Truth or Brave?" "There is!" Makenzie laughed, she had organized a rather rich amount of games tonight. Cassius's eyes lit up, his eyes filled with anticipation. "Alright, I'll be the referee. You can all play as much as you want!" Keanu said. "Great! Next, let's play drawing." Makenzie was a person who was more playful, at that moment, she was already itching to play this game. Everyone was in a circle, and then they were divided into four squads. Each squad was led b

All the she-wolves seem to have a curvy body, a large bust, and the ideal buttock size, which makes me wonder why Connor chose an uncurvy and ordinary-looking human girl like me. Dalia, his sister, was a younger image of her mom; she looked 18, and also her husband, Beta Amir Grage, was considered the third leader of the pack. He had short, wavy brunette hair and eyes that make you think of the clear blue sky whenever you look at them. As I extend a hand to lastly shake Dalia. She spoke out angrily, "I can't pretend anymore, Mom, knowing Connor's stupid action is endangering our pack."

The sign was distinguished by color, and it was divided into red, orange, yellow, green, blue, navy, purple, and black. Wait for everyone to draw the lottery, and line up the team according to the color of the lottery in your hand. The black team consists of three people, and the two young people in the black team have already planned to give up, "It's over, it's really over." "How can three people fight with four other people? It's a lose. It seems that my dream is about to end here. Alas, I like "fallen kings" so much, but unfortunately I missed it after all."

Listening to Astrid’s constant chatter every day on the drive to the complex is annoying as fuck, but being alone with my thoughts this morning is even worse. I’m probably just reading into this. I don’t even know why I give a shit. I shouldn’t care. Arriving at the squad complex in record time, I pull the Escalade into my usual parking spot and climb out, heading for the practice field. Squad members are still trickling out of the doors from the barracks, while many others are scattered on the field already, stretching and warming up. I quickly spot the other squad leaders circled up together, and as usual, Quinn, Fallon, and Astrid are with them. I head their way, lifting my chin in greeti

The link was silent, as often happened when there was a flurry of action to keep too many from sending in. Finally, the warrior assigned to Moira’s team called in. They had destroyed the remaining four from the other two squads. It took less than two minutes and not a single one of them was even touched. Bo and Jessica were both forced into submission. Adrian’s head snapped up and he noted the devastated look on Marta’s face. She had the advantage in leaders this year with three of the six squads being led by brawlers. Now there was one and he was setting up a basecamp on the edge of the river. As Moira’s squad’s movements were reported, all eyes were on the map. They were circling closer to

The three kids were now looking at their senior, eager to know what the older girl meant. “It’s because of the last squad member! Every squad is made up of four individuals, each of varying talents. A squad is usually made up of a gunmaster, a strategist, a physician, and a close combat specialist. But the Prince’s squad is different. They have two gunmasters- the hydra twins- the prince is the close combat specialist and the last roommate is a strategist. They have no physician!” Hearing the words of their senior, the first years were stunned. They knew how important a physician is to a team. A team without a physician was basically a lion without teeth and claws- a harmless lion. They were

They liked the idea of filling in the shoes of ancient beings. "I'll take Gryphon," said Sunflower. "I've always liked the whole lion and eagle vibe." "Should we name Grizz' squadron for him?" asked a squad leader. "We could name it cockatrice. Loud, obnoxious, has a death stare…" "Anyone gonna claim Thunderbird?" said another squad leader. "If not, my squadron's taking it." The three squadrons quickly decided on Roc, Gryphon, and Thunderbird. If Grizz' and his lackey's squadrons joined them, they were free to choose their own.