Inferno Squadron Novels & Stories

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

It left the she-wolf feeling frustrated and embarrassed. Stop being so silly. She scolded herself silently, but it did little to quell the butterflies in her stomach. Letting out a heavy sigh, Chloe forced the fluttering anxiety in her chest away as the doors of the infirmary came into view. But before she could reach them, the world seemed to fall away. The floor suddenly opened up and Chloe plunged into the dark waters waiting for her, sinking into the oily blackness. --- Colt sighed tiredly as the gates of the holding facility came into view.

“We are on the top floor. I guess that’s the thirtieth. They’re moving us, though. We’re being herded up onto the rooftop. That’s where the firing squad is already situated. They’re Hunters, Jo. Hunters and Vampires--to take all of us out.” “Assassin Hunters,” Jo said, letting everyone on the IAC know that their suspicions were correct. “We’ve got titanium,” Jo told Jamie. “We’ll be fine.” “Titanium is not foolproof,” Jamie reminded her. “We’ll be fine.” They were already at the door to the thirtieth floor, but Jo was waiting for Cassidy who was a few floors behind them. While she was waiting, she contacted Elliott. “How are you doing?” “Peachy. Every time we kill a row of bloodsuckers, they

"Speed limit! There's a speed limit in service tunnels! It's fifteen!" "Martha!" Dad yelled back, his eyes wild behind the goggles. "We are in a stolen drill tank fleeing from a flying fortress! The traffic laws of 2050 do not apply!" "Watch out!" Valerius roared. Ahead of us, a squad of "Silencers"—the Council's elite anti-magic infantry—blocked the tunnel. They were setting up a tripod-mounted heavy laser cannon. "They're charging the laser!" Marcus yelled. "Shields up!" "No shield," Dad grinned. "We have torque."

A blood-curdling scream came from the furnace. That was how I'd died in my past life, and I couldn't help feeling vindicated as I watched Summer suffer the same fate. The fire ate her up. She'd left blood all over the furnace before her death because she'd tried to claw her way out. Terence stood there, looking like he was admiring a painting. Once Summer was incinerated, he turned to look at Jean. "It's your turn now."

This was senseless, his screams were long, and my curiosity overpowered my fear when I looked out the frosted window. My fingertips burned, my head pulsed, and I was so ashamed because I was so hungry, terribly hungry. My mouth salivated when I saw the driver pulled apart. Two masked men in large, white fur coats with mud on them, rubbed along their bodies to camouflage into the forest tore his ligaments apart.

M. Wind howled like a grieving god. Below: the bunker. Built beneath the ruins of an old shepherd’s fortress. Camouflaged. Drenched in signal dampers. Powered by solar rotors and paranoia. Aria arrived with seven. Not an army. A crucifix. Vika, silent as a knife. Roji, with his drone swarm. Inez, loaded with magnesium grenades. Two twin snipers from Istanbul—code-named Ash and Echo (not the boy). A hacker known only as Juno, blacklisted in fifteen languages.

"Oh! Another thing. . . Dad is really quick at detecting this sort of thing, considering all his terrible ordeal with Grandma's matchmaking schemes. Therefore, we have to be discreet, so they won't notice we're trying to get them together. We have to make this as natural as possible, okay. . .? Alpha-Two-Zero. . .?" Matt stood abruptly and saluted dramatically. "Roger that, Bravo-One-One!" Nora stood, a grin on her face. "Without further ado, I hereby declare Operation Stealth Matchmaking!" "YES, MA'AM!" Max exclaimed in his best military intonation and then he paused, narrowing his brows. "What is a CELESTE?" Nora threw her face to the sky and groaned out loud in frustration.

"Ghost Squadron was formed to protect more than just the Rodriguez family, Alex. We guarded the research—from those who would misuse it, and sometimes from those who created it." Including my father, Alex thought but didn't say. They made their way along the shoreline, staying close to the cliffside for cover. The distant whine of search drones grew steadily louder. "We need to move faster," Sonia urged, scanning the sky. Elena rounded the headland first, then stopped abruptly, raising a closed fist—the universal signal to halt. Alex and Sonia froze, exchanging a quick glance of concern. "What is it?" Alex whispered. "Our extraction team," Elena replied, her voice unnaturally controlled. "Th

If those two are mates, and Sadique confirmed that they are, I have no idea how Vivienne is able to resist the bond. Once again, I’m in the van with Jude and Beta Squad. This time we also have Delta Squad, including Lace, Hellfire, and Steel. It’s a bit crowded, but I feel safer going back into the dead zone, knowing we’ve brought every elite fighter we can with us. While Jude and Hijack hook the teams up with body cams, I make sure we have eyes and ears on all of them. Then I connect the two teams so everyone can hear everything. “Nice job, Sphinx,” Hijack says when he gets back to his console.