Draw Your Squad Novels & Stories

Oh no, he wasn’t going to let Ryutaro and his Dinosaur Squad walk all over him like some common sandbox tycoon. As his mind churned, a brilliant counterattack plan began to form. Public Opinion War: First, he would draw cartoons on the classroom graffiti wall. Panel 1: Ryutaro picking his nose. The picture would be a real photo of Ryutaro’s most embarrassing moment in kindergarten, the one where his finger had accidentally made it all the way up to his brain. Panel 2: The Dinosaur Squad’s true identity revealed as the Bedwetting Team. Artistic license was going to make this so much worse for them.

"Squad B, eastern stairs! Go!" Squad B was a twelve-man crew with suppressed rifles. Instead of moving, the squad leader stopped dead, lowered his barrel, and stared at Taro through his night-vision goggles. "Did you hear me?!" Taro shouted over the gunfire. "Take the stairs!" The squad leader didn't answer. He turned his back on Taro, waved a lazy hand to his men, and marched his entire crew toward the rear exit, walking straight away from the fight. "Hey!" Taro's blood went hot in his chest. "Where the hell do you think you're going? Get back in line!"

Stevan standing up to introduce himself and his member. “My name is Stevan Maverick, PRD-class Herrscher. Then our SLT-class, Alto Corlena. GRD-class, Lucas McJaeger. RTH-class, Mateo Harper. GLT-class, Sylvia Ortis. LST-class, Milly Einsburn. And ENV-class, Helena Raymond.” Said Stevan. One by one Squad 97 member is standing up after their name spoked. “It’s been an honor to share same table with our seniors, then let us to introduce our squad member.” Said Alexa.

Finally I concluded saying, "Call everyone else for a meeting at base in ten minutes. Tomorrow at three o'clock we strike." I walked into the basement of the mansion and there stood my crew. We don't really have a name but I relate them to my chess pieces though we did lose three humble soldiers a year back and we dropped to 12 pieces. Well, since I recently hired Calvin we're at 13, but that doesn't mean we are less of a team. We just have fewer but stronger pieces on the board. My front line soldiers: Felix Phantom Skye Sean Sarah Mandy Felix and Phantom, my two speedsters, faster than flash himself when it comes to getting the job done.

Which prompted all of them to salute towards me and stopped what they were doing. “At ease Soldiers…Medical staff continues with your duty….Sergeant Deckard, correct?….Scout Squads 6?..”. “Yes, Sir…Sergeant Deckard, Squad Leader of Scout number 6, Sir!…”.(Sergeant Deckard) Clearly he was rather nervous around me and Alessia, although Sergeant Deckard is a towering 2 meter tall orc Vampire, all of his squad mates were also the same, as he stated his name and squad number, all of his squad mate also lined up behind their 4 trucks. All in their formal formation, whilst the medical personnel were busying carrying injured people from the side of the trucks.

The Caesar turned to me and patted my shoulder, smiling. “We learnt from the men who went with you of your exceptional leadership and military tactics, we feel it's best for you to lead a small platoon. Your armor has already been forged, it's a black metallic armor, unlike our normal armor, it can withstand the attacks of the arrows and thrust of the spear, what name shall you give this platoon of us.” I thought about it for a bit, black armor, metallic capable of withstanding attacks like the dragon scales “Black Dragon Squad.” I blurted out.

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.

Not until we were sure that it was over. A door suddenly burst open to our left and in came the two squad captains. Skyr had no emotion on his face, but commander Dyroth was shamelessly boasting as he threw his hands in the air and yelled. “WE WON! WE BEAT SQUAD C! WE BEAT THE GENERAL’S SQUAD!” He yelled gleefully and ran towards his members who were gathered on one side. They were all praising Rachel for landing the final hit on me.

I was literally asking all of them to be buried alive with Asher, so my expectations weren’t high. But as soon as the squad leader signed the contract, one by one the rest of the fifteen squad members did too. My eyes travelled from Asher to the squad who stood behind him. Their emotional auras had united into one fierce flame of pure white loyalty. I gave the squad the entry coordinates. “These coordinates…” the squad leader mumbled, widening his eyes. ‘Trust me,’ I spoke in his mind. “Take positions!” The leader commanded the squad, who knelt around Asher, arranging themselves in a circular formation.

She turned to look at Keagan, her face still painted with the same look of surprise. The remaining members of the squad—Dante, Lily, Leo, and Max—were each granted 5 skill points. The squad members exchanged glances, a mix of pride and shock in their eyes. They knew that their individual growth and progress were essential for the success of their missions. The rewards were monumental in their eyes.