Female Squid Game Guard Novels & Stories

"Mrs. Atwater! These are all the guards Mr. Atwater's parents left for him!" I took a closer look. In the front row were two giant king crabs waving their pincers, with a few moray eels baring their teeth in between. There were even a few large lobsters carrying corals as shields in the back row... I was speechless. The system laughed maniacally in my mind. "Elle! Is this an underwater version of the Avengers?" The doctor continued explaining, "They can't transform their legs, so they can only stay underwater. They'll only force their way ashore when Mr. Atwater is in mortal danger!"

The suv pulled into a driveway that had a large wooden gate. She watched as the driver rolled his window down and a security guard walked up to the window. The driver handed him the proper documentation. The security handed it back, went back into the small white booth it was sitting in. There was a loud beep and the large wooden doors slowly moved open. The drove inside and Elayna’s breath was taken away at the lush green beauty hidden inside.

The apprentice moved away and bent down to cup some water with his palms. The moment he created ripples in the quiet lake, a giant tentacled creature rose up to the surface. "Oh my God! A Kraken!!" I ran as far back from the lake as possible. The creature was over forty feet long and was wiggling its tentacles and suckers dangerously. "Allena, it's just a giant squid." Marcus hugged me and rubbed my back. It was a squid indeed. Now I saw ink spilled into the beautiful cobalt blue water.

The mechanical click of a dozen breaking pressure seals did not sound like stone fracturing; it sounded like the rhythmic cocking of heavy crossbows down a dark corridor. The ancient brass cylinders embedded in the ice walls hissed in unison, discharging thick, freezing plumes of pressurized sulfur gas that rolled across the floor like a gray wave. Within the deep, blue-lit recesses of the subterranean tube, the silhouettes of a dozen more crimson-clad guardians began to shift, their rusted iron joints groaning in a low, discordant chorus as the vault’s primary defense matrix fully awoke.