Inferno Squadron Novels & Stories

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.

“Zane hit the club on the other side of town, Inferno, he bombed the place." For a moment, Jaxon said nothing. His eyes burned toward the window where the skyline glowed faintly with the first hints of dawn. Inferno wasn’t just another club, it was one of his oldest, a cornerstone in his empire, a symbol of his reach, and now? Smoke and rubble. “How bad?” His voice was a growl dragged over broken glass. “Five men dead. Another eight in the hospital. Civilians too. It was timed for peak hours.” Raven stirred at his side, murmuring his name, her hand brushing over his ribs, sensing the change in him. He brushed her hair back, eyes still locked on the skyline. “Get the survivors out. No police.

Daemon smirked and looked at him. "Chill, Dom. It was her first time, just like she said. She might not see me the next day if I stay for another hour," he said and walked away while buttoning up his shirt. Dom, followed him as his arms are crossed. "So, where are you going after this? Are you going home or going directly to... the HB?" Dom asked his boss as he followed him. Daemon looked at him and raised his eyebrow before rolling his eyes. The HB is their usual spot, a famous bar that only few people can get inside, those who are only the famous and influential ones.

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

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

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They had beaten the past. But as the flagship tilted, sliding toward the edge of the district’s cliffs, Zilo saw something on the long-range scanners that made his blood turn to ice. A fleet of silver needles was emerging from the High-Sector clouds. Not flagships. Not cargo vessels. These were enforcer-interceptors, thousands of them, moving with a synchronized, lethal intent. And in the center of the formation was a vessel that made the Seraph’s Sorrow look like a toy—the Queen’s personal dreadnought, the Mirror of Heaven.

Through his sniper scope, Ren saw something that made the blood freeze in his veins. The rear doors of the second APC hadn't closed properly. As the vehicle turned, the doors slid open by a few inches. Standing inside the troop bay wasn't a squad of bored, coffee-drinking Blackwatch guards. It was a Seraphim. In the real world, the Admin's ultimate anti-virus programs didn't look like fifty-foot-tall golden angels. They were Inquisitors—elite, cybernetically enhanced human operatives who answered directly to the Admin AI. They wore sleek, seamless white armor that contrasted sharply with the Blackwatch black. They didn't carry kinetic rifles; they carried heavy plasma lances.

"Get the kids to the sub-levels! Camille, don't you dare look back!" Elodie’s voice tore through the screech of jet engines. Above, the sky wasn't purple anymore; it was choked with the oily black smoke of burning high-octane fuel. A "Wolf-Killer" drone, sleek and predatory with Aegis Corp markings, banked hard over the west wing. Its underbelly glowed a hellish red before a silver-shrapnel missile corkscrewed into the ramparts.