Inferno Squadron Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 55: THE NORTH SPIRE DROP The Syndicate "Ghost-Skiff" felt less like a vehicle and more like a coffin wrapped in jet engines. It was a stripped-back, aerodynamic needle of matte-black carbon fiber, built for one thing only: high-speed infiltration of the Spire’s restricted airspace. I sat in the cockpit, the harness cutting into my shoulders, my silver-mercury wings folded so tightly against my spine they felt like a second, cold skeleton.

He said, “It’s true. My dad has even issued a military order in public and vowed that he would not return if he can’t find the source.” Jade’s eyebrows twitched as her eyes glinted with light like lightning. “Do you know what the Dragon Fang Squad represents? It’s the core battle squad of the entire Flying Eagles. Once it gets into a predicament after infiltrating the enemy camp, it will be a catastrophe to the entire Flying Eagles and America.”

DPOV Songs: Un4gvn by Ruby Beardman ft. Two Beards The council room reeked of anxiety. I could feel it pouring out of all the attendees seated around the circular table. It wasn't the usual crowd that used to attend when Victor ran them, but they had become somewhat familiar to me. Unfortunately, these meetings had also become about as useful as tits on a bull. "Any news from Inferion," I turned to ask Tasha. "No. I'm afraid not," she solemnly shook her head. "We sent another raven this morning but one of the scouts saw it shot down before it even made it past the pines."

Tonight they would attack the kingdom. Silvia stared at the curse mark on her back through the broken mirror. One last glance. Before she wore her black combat clothes. She put all the knives in the secret spots; though they won't be needed- just in case, grabbing her gun and tucking it in her holster though she won't be needing it but just in case. Silvia stepped out and found all of Alonso's men putting lines of black coal on their cheeks.

It was a sleek, minimalist ‘I’ wrapped in a circle of stylized flames. Inferno Tech. "Is it the infamous Inferno?” I almost gasped. She nodded. “They aren’t just a tech company. They are the digital backbone of the Mediterranean underworld. Their CEO... they call him L'Oscuro. The Dark One. Dante Galante. The good news? They are hiring.” “They don't hire people like me." I said bitterly. "Isabella Santiago is a dead NYU socialite. Alessia Moretti is a nobody from a village in Sicily who doesn't exist on LinkedIn."

“They forced you into this shit. You did what you had to do to survive, Aeron.” Nero steps forward, his eyes blazing. “We’re gonna burn those fuckers to the ground, you hear me?” His voice drops lower, deadly quiet. “No one touches our family like this and lives.” Aeron’s body tenses, like he’s bracing himself for more anger, more blame, but that’s not what we’re about to do. Not to him. Not after all he’s been through.

And without the nagging from his conscience across the table. For the next thirty minutes, they discussed strategy and alternate strategy in case they found themselves with more opponents than expected. Several plans were made, depending on whether their target hunted with the pack or waited somewhere else. Eventually, William was satisfied they had a plan for each possible scenario. They loaded the car down with the usual cache of weapons, making especially sure they had plenty of silver-tipped ammunition. From personal experience, William knew the crippling agony of silver. No immortal could fight with the pain searing through their veins, which was why he used it when he was forced to pla

Said Cornelio. “Yes, sir!” said both of them. “…! I really don’t like used to it …!” said Cornelio slowly. Squad 44 believe if this plan will lead them to the end of the battle. “Ah, right. Here is something to help you in front line.” Said Cornelio. Cornelio call up one of his Aero-drone and gave them a useful item to each front line Herrscher. “This is …” said the SLT-class. “Yes, that’s SLT-Toner.” Said Cornelio.

His father sometimes bears a grudge on things that counted as silly for them. "He's the King of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar. He gets what he wants but of course unless his son, who is me, will intercept." He shakes his head and just went his way. He doesn't want to be late for his appointment with a blonde. Somewhere in a tall building, there was a man who was standing looking down. Specifically, looking at Daemon. He had this devilish and amused grin on his handsome face and a very distinct slit on his eyebrow. Hands-on his pocket, standing on his glory.

Within moments, Victor’s engine roared, and his car disappeared down the driveway. Back in Sophia’s room, Paige continued directing the cleanup while Sophia sat heavily on the edge of her bed, breathing heavily, her rage still simmering beneath the surface. But the damage was already done. ***** The sun had barely dipped past the horizon, casting a crimson hue over the city’s skyline, when Victor pulled into the underground parking lot of INFERNO, an exclusive clubhouse hidden in the heart of Los Angeles. The place wasn’t listed on maps, didn’t have a sign, and you could only enter if your name meant something in California’s elite circles. To the outside world, it was a high-end lounge for