Intercessor Kill Team Novels & Stories

I looked at him pitifully, not daring to say anything. At this moment, the game was filled with excitement. World Channel: Player A: “My God, How bad ass is this Lucifer? He actually completed the first kill of the new instance alone.” Player B: “Master Lucifer, you are awesome. Could you take me in your team next time?” Player C: “Lucifer has been got the first kill of new Instance recently. He always had a team with her in the past. Wolf, the number one player on the equipment rankings in his team. I thought Wolf was the leader. Now it seems that Lucifer is leading the team.”

And then, he turned to me and said, “We were having a practice game earlier. That’s why we can’t answer the door. Ah, you may call me Red if Radley’s long for you.” “What are they doing here?” A young woman wearing a green forehead band asked him. “Are you investigating us?” She eyed each of us. Zia began, “We’ll get straight to the point, VP Mary Suzy Macintosh.” Tere continued, “Luciano Nacario, the Team Leader of Magnus Mightymen, was shot dead in front of our clubroom.” Terrified gasps filled the room. I cleared my throat and stated, “We’re not here to suspect you. We’re here to ask you for details about last year’s Interschool E-Sports Competition. First, who were the opposing teams tha

“Now, I wouldn’t go telling Elliott about what happened to Cassidy or that he has a son on the team now. That might influence him to come through when he normally wouldn’t. But I would tell him that it is an option, so long as he understands that there’s likely no going back.” “About that,” Cadence interjected, “do you think Dr. Morrow will ever reach a point where he can send Hamilton back?” Shaking his head, Jamie said, “I don’t know. Things are beginning to change, Cadence. I think you see that more than the rest of us. We’ve been so locked into having definitive rules in the Ternion for hundreds and thousands of years. Now, all of a sudden, the Passels are operating differently than they

"Once the target is neutralized, your mate walks free." ‎ ‎"When are you coming?" ‎ ‎"Dawn," Vargo said. "We’re prepping the strike team now. Eclipse Squad. We aren't taking prisoners this time. We’re collapsing the cave entrance. We’ll bury them alive." ‎ ‎My hand flew to my mouth to stifle a gasp. ‎ ‎Bury them alive. ‎ ‎"Just make sure the back exit is clear," Vargo ordered. "If Kaelen tries to run, I want him funneled right into my scope."

The mood was heavy but focused. Captain Reyes gave the final briefing. “Team Alpha, which comprises Kade, Liora, and Sable, will infiltrate through the service tunnels. Team Bravo creates the diversion at the main gates. Our goal is simple: destroy the neural core, free the captives, and eliminate Michelle if possible. Do not engage unless necessary. Speed and stealth are your best weapons.” I checked my weapons one last time. I had a silver-loaded pistol, combat knife, plus extra magazines. Kade stood tall beside me, every inch the Alpha again.

A man charged forward, throwing fire again and again, plunging the area into chaos. Shouts erupted, ordering him to stop. And then Kael leapt—one powerful jump, and he landed right on the fire-thrower. With a single crack, Kael snapped the man’s neck. Everyone gasped, even the soldiers. “He was on your team!” one soldier hissed at Kael, furious. “The game hasn’t even started, and you... You killed him!” Kael snorted softly. “A teammate like that would only slow us down. Besides, he broke the rules, didn’t he?”

I asked, my voice a hard, cold slap across his face in the stone confines of the dungeon. His panting breaths disturbed the hair over my ear. "You wanted on my team, Massimo. You wanted to learn under my hand. You've killed your first dissenter. Now you get to reap the rewards of your power." Sliding his hand down my arm, my heart shook with fury. This was why we were having trouble. In the team that should be giving us security, we had nothing but fear and trembling. For that alone he would die. But he would die in the light, under the full censure and dishonor his behaviors deserved.

Dev says scanning. “If my assumptions are right, they will stand here until Eliza gets what she wants. They are waiting for us. She doesn’t care if they die, but I don’t think she would waste her efforts sending them out first.” I link out to my whole pack. “Ready or not, here we come.” Jax sing-songs then charges the nearest enemy. All hell breaks loose. Their wall of warriors crashes into ours like a tidal wave. My team has their orders to not kill if possible, but I don’t believe there will be many survivors from their side. They were brought here to die fighting.

"Focus, Athena. These are illusions. We must resist." The team forged ahead, their footsteps echoing through the twisted passageway. Illusions swirled around them, each one more terrifying than the last. Suddenly, the visions merged into a single, apocalyptic landscape. The team stood at the edge of a desolate wasteland, their loved ones scattered before them, screaming for help. Ryker's voice roared above the chaos. "We will not falter!" Eira's dagger flashed, cutting through the illusions. "We will not be swayed!"

No matter what the reason, we head over in that direction. I’m now on my third kill. This one I burn alive. The history geek in me wants to point out something, connect it with the famous Salem witch trials but there’s no time. I should feel some remorse. Somewhere in my mind I’m aware of that. But all I can feel is a deep need to eliminate the threat. And so I do. ‘Alpha, we are moving closer to your location,’ my furthest team leader updates me. ‘Good. Keep pushing,’ I send back.