Inferno Squadron Novels & Stories

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

LAZZARO I sped at a dangerous speed, cornering him and blocking his car. Without hesitation, I jumped out of my car and approached his, knocking on his window. “Fuck!” He growled and banged his fist on the steering wheel before eventually opening the door and stepping out. “What do you want? Why did you follow me?” he growled. “Enzo Bianchi.” I folded my arms across my chest, observing him closely. “Back from the dead, I guess. Tell me, did you have this all planned?”

DEA "Hands up or your opponent will easily strike you. Protect your face at all costs so you can anticipate their next strike," Quade ordered. We were only fifteen minutes into my usual hour combat class but I already heaved for air while my lungs threatened to vacate my body to find a new owner that would take better care of them. I had gone to work this morning with three wolves patrolling the building. Victor had even ordered a wolf to trail Erica. As my best friend, she had a target on her back. Or, at least, that was what Sydney implied and Sylvain agreed—something about that happening to her mother's best friend.

Jack said and he has a point. "You like innocent girls. That's why you're crazily in love with Celine because she an angel." "Not an angel.." I warned him because she cheated on me. "Your type, Leon." Jack emphasized. "That's true." "Ivory is like a dark angel. Sexy, dangerous, acting like a bitch and always thinks that the world revolves around her." I raised my eyebrows when he dramatically said tat. "How come do you know so much about her?" "The whole of America knew about it." He said as he grabbed a new pan to cook a new set of dishes.

"I'm so sorry." "It's okay," Grace replied gulping. "I'm okay." Everyone else stared in disbelief, Veronica was back and Cassandra was gone. "Veronica," Hakim said and dropped to his knees. "Uncle Kim!" Veronica yelled leaving Grace and rushing towards him. She touched his arm and felt blood trickling down. One of the shots Cassandra fired while she was going down had hit him before. "Y-You're hurt... I'm so sorry, this is all my fault."

I just laugh back, she really is something. ‘Everyone be prepared, you all know what you have to do. Get into your squads remember to only kill those that refuse to back down. Together we are stronger, we don’t need numbers we need heart, one pack, one heart’ Enyo tells our pack of warriors over the mind-link. They all begin to move into their teams, everyone knows their orders. Trent nods to us before he moves out with his squad, they are to move to the back of Dylan’s pack blocking them in, while the other teams move to their positions.

I closed the book and kept it on the nightstand. My eyes felt heavy and I closed them Heavy..... So heavy..... It was like I was carrying a stone. And I was running.... Run! But I couldn't because of the heavy rock. But I had to run... And then I was falling. Falling into an endless pit of nothingness.... Falling and falling... "Wake up!" a voice commanded. Obey... A voice whispered in my ear delicately. "Wake up!" Something cold. It was cold, so cold.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

"Don Santo," the security team members greet me in unison. I massaged my temples as the pungent smell of cheap perfumes, the thick smoke of cheap cigarettes, and the lively music hit me hard. "Santo is enough. The Don is Elio. I've only taken over his job on an interim basis," I answer coldly. Cazzo. A young woman, completely drunk, has just tried to get past the protective screen formed by my guards. "You're here!" she says with a falsely delighted look.