Inferno Squadron Novels & Stories

one of the figures said to him. "General Sylas," Stefano acknowledged. General Sylas was part of a covert team known as S.I.N.S, the acronym for each of the members' initials in their name but no records of their existence everywhere. S.I.N.S had served Stefano since the beginning of his reign in the council. They were basically his executioners that he personally trained, just like how he trained his servants, but S.I.N.S's line of duty was far perilous than one could imagine. S.I.N.S's major operation was investigating and hunting down Knights of Death in all the realms despite only having four members. Because of the nature of their operations, there were no black and white documents abou

Project Inferno had been a government initiative, a secret project designed to develop a new kind of weapon —something that could burn entire landscapes in a matter of hours. Wildfire, but faster. Hotter. More destructive. And Chloe… I froze, my eyes locking onto a familiar name. Chloe's name. She... She had been involved. She had been part of the team. My stomach churned, nausea rising as I stared at the words in front of me. Chloe had known. She had been part of the project that had unleashed this hell on the world.

I took the file my mother's private investigator gave her for evidence purposes. I rode in the passenger seat this time. The car was bulletproof and fast. We could not be moving about without protection. Now that Tomas was one of them, there was no doubt the enemy was in Celio too, waiting to strike. "Are the guns loaded?" I asked Gerald, and he nodded. "Yes, Alpha," he said, and I thanked him. "I have a team on standby in Ashfield in case of an attack." He explained, and I appreciated his work; he had behaved like a true Beta.

Damian asked, checking the straps on his own armor. Leo looked at the staff. Then he looked at us. "The Silence is at the coastline," Leo said. "I can feel them stepping onto the sand. THE DEPLOYMENT We flew South. Not in a cargo plane this time. In a squadron of VTOL (Vertical Take-Off and Landing) transport tilt-rotor aircraft that Seraphina had "acquired" from a collapsing military junta in the south. We flew in formation, hugging the mountain range to stay off the civilian radar. I sat next to Leo in the lead bird. He was staring out the window, watching the landscape shift from the white of the Yukon to the green of the forests. "Mom?" he asked over the headset. "Yeah?" "If I break..."

It wasn't a tectonic shift this time; it was Infiltration. The white-and-gold interceptors of the Holy Syndicate—now glowing with that same neon-green—were diving through the Atlantic, their hulls reinforced by the Seventh’s optimized physics. They didn't care about the pressure. They didn't care about the heat. They were drones of a singular will. "We can't stay here," Elena commanded, picking up Leo. "Gaia, you know this ridge. Is there a way out that isn't the surface?"

Not only did she want to know Quintus’s schedule and address, but she also wanted to have a showdown with their leader. Sophia had never seen the leader before, but Charlene had mentioned that he was handsome with no fighting skills. Sophia knew she could defeat the leader if she met him. If anything happened, she could change hotels or return to Phoenix. Thus, she estimated the strength between her and the leader before deciding to try hacking into Inferno Alliance’s network. The strengths of these three organizations were comparable, so it was hard to say who was better. A few days ago, Sophia had hacked into the Underworld Palace's network. She thought their firewall was decent, but Infer

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.”

Cynthia messaged me, savoring every bit of their trouble, and updated me on how they were doing. When Alan learned I was truly married, he fell into a spiral of despair. He shut himself in, drinking himself into oblivion. After a night of heavy drinking, Brenda took advantage and disguised herself as me. In his drunken haze, Alan accidentally ended up in bed with her. He married her, though he did so unwillingly. Life after marriage was pure chaos. Brenda's selfishness and recklessness came to light, and when Alan sought a divorce, she stabbed him in rage. She was certain Alan had betrayed her as well. After stabbing him and knowing she couldn't escape, she ran to the Samson residence and se

She will be her worst nightmare! She hates joining forces but this woman won't clearly be thrown down the pits with one army, they need a whole army which includes her ex daughter in-law. She won't attack her now or it will be obvious, she will give her time before she strikes, that is if no better things come up in the castle and took her attention away from the fiery lady. She will be in her mercy if she ever land her own trouble on her. Whenever she decided to play her own fireballs, everything comes to a standstill and await the arrival of the inferno.

She gulped the spirit down her throat at a single shot and made to pour another one, but she paused a bit and continued. ''Tony's decision provoked his business counterparts to anger. They felt oppressed and sought to wipe him out. But how were they going to orchestrate a clean plan of it?'' Miriam paused and proceeded to pour the whisky in the cup. ''Well, the Phantom Arena night get-together was their best bet.'' Studying Ben's facial expression, Miriam took the glass cup of whisky and strolled across the lounge. ''Right there, Tony was shot dead behind the wheel in his Volkswagen in the park when he was set to leave the venue.''