Intercessor Kill Team Novels & Stories

" We have been under an Arena made General before. Do you remember what happened? We were lucky enough to survive that but we lost almost our whole team! Now our team is filled with Rookies and we are being sent to a place where even the trees are out to kill us!" I remind him with a huge sigh. " Well, maybe our death might help make a path for the other team?" " Oh! Yeah! That's the solution to everything!" I yelled, drawing our whole batch's attention. " Hikaru!" Walter called out trying to stop me, I ignored him, shrugging him off me and moving a distance away to face him. "Sending waves and waves of people to die and learn from their death just to make it to another path of the forest fo

According to their intel, a mysterious Norwood powerhouse had wiped out an earlier team of killers with terrifying ease. Now, they wanted to see for themselves if the rumors were true. "From the Imperia Norwood family or not—anyone who stands in our way dies!" The next instant, all four moved at once, converging on Evan. To guarantee a kill, they went all out from the very first move. That alone was rare. In the blink of an eye, the darkness itself became suffocating. Killing intent flooded the space—dense and suffocating, like a rising tide that surged into a violent tsunami crashing straight toward Evan.

I knew he was pissed but it had to be done. “Now, need I remind of everyone what this mean? This means that NO outside interference from either side. Any interference will be punishable by death!” Koa shouted. “What are your terms?” Seeley asked eyeing us from the corner of his eye. “Once one of us is dead, that’s it. There is to be no full out battle! The side that fails to follow this, will then either be killed on the spot or prisoned to be judge by a panel of their peers for judgement.” Koa said now coming to a stop standing in front of him again.

“Tell me, how many warriors from his side fell in the process?” If he dared to say none, I wouldn’t forgive him so easily. “F…Five, my Lord.” Hhhmmmm? Five? That should have hurt. Tsk! My dear daughter could have all the time in the world explaining why she didn’t know anything about the men who infiltrated the pack and killed the warriors. They tried to save her, after all. “Were they part of the Supreme Team?” I heard those ones were quite strong. If they got warriors from the team, it would have meant a lot of damage had been done.

A giant marble fountain sat directly in the center of the town square with a tiny angel shooting a stream of water from it's bow at the top. "I informed everyone to steer clear." Alpha Killian spoke up, as if reading my mind. He didn't look in my direction but the way he said 'informed' gave me a chill. I had a feeling there was nothing polite about the way he 'informed' the members of his pack.

She seals her eyes shut, like doing so will push away whatever she saw. “Have you seen any teachers?” Alec asks. “Any staff?” “No.” Brynn opens her eyes. “I don’t know where they are.” Alec huffs and curses. “What’s going on?” Brynn asks. “Why are these people here?” “They’re called Silver Hunters,” I explain. “They’re here to… they’re against this school. They’re against us.” “Us?” She glances between me and Alec. “I’ll explain later. Right now we need to get the hell out of here.”

I have never been vulnerable to anyone except Marco yet he listened when he should not have. "I met the stingers and they became my family. I killed to survive and meeting them made my life a lot easier till they let me go too. Everyone uses me and lets me go. You're doing the same thing too." I said now looking at him as a tear escaped from my eye and ran down my cheek.

What kind of sweet romance is this? Looking at the criticisms, I smiled widely. Under the murderous gaze of the invigilator, I walked over to Timothy and said, "Your parents died in the hands of Rachel's family. Don't you want revenge?" Looking at Timothy's conflicted gaze, I urged him further by whispering in his ear. "Don't you want to avenge your parents? Or did you think that your grandmother would be able to come out of the drug trial alive?" Then, I pointed to the poison-laced test papers.

The team leader, with a precision born of lethal training, tried to subdue Ethan. Ethan had underestimated the enemy. He had thought to overwhelm them with numbers, but the Special Team had arrived with a singular, chilling focus: to eliminate their opposition and raze the town if necessary. The elite team wielded silver knives with deadly expertise, their blades slicing through the werewolves' throats, ensuring none could rise again.

“Um,” I say, looking up at him and tucking a strand of my hair back behind my ears. “I think so? I think I killed them…all…” “He did,” Heggardy says, bitter, and Jackson snaps his head to him. “That was the end of my team. How the fuck did he do that?” “Do what?” Jackson asks.