Intercessor Kill Team Novels & Stories

"But you're going to hate it." The Council met within the hour. I stood before them. Fifteen years old. Terrified. But certain. Catherine sat at the head of the table, carrying her mother's authority. Beside her was Riley, my grandmother. The young team sat together. James Marcus, Kai, Zara, Nova, Lyric. My friends. My team. All of them about to hate my plan. "I've seen the successful path," I began. "The one where we win without more deaths. Where all eleven realities survive. Where The Unmaker stops being a threat."

But of course, pity doesn't exist here. “She's going to die,” Soren muttered. “That would only happen if he doesn't stop it,” Mordecai murmured. And just as I’d predicted, Kieran rose to his feet, and marched forward to the arena. Of course, he wants to intervene. That's what he always does. ‘Watch her burn to nothing.’ I smirked pridefully. Cael frowned, then leaned closer to Mordecai. “If he interferes again, the council will definitely have grounds…”

“We need a strategist. I get that we won Mechageddon without one, but that was a series of fair engagements in controlled environments. What’s more important are our other engagements. The real ones. I mean, like that bunker assault on Veltus Nine - we almost died there. Like, five times. “Sure, we got through it all ‘coz we’re badasses, but if one thing went wrong… I don’t think we’d all be here if it did. If we had someone like Lucifer, all our crazy jobs’ll go that much smoother. We’d have a lot less close calls, and hopefully continue the whole ‘not dying’ trend. “So yeah, it sucks that she took a bunch of our creds, but like Raijin said - we’ll make it back in no time. Plus, I like the

“Small team. Ten of our best fighters, plus Erica. We scout the spot, figure out the guard, and plan.” “And if we can destroy it right then?” Martin asks. “Then we do it,” Kael answers, voice hard. “Every day that node stays alive is another day Seraphine gets stronger. We can’t wait around.”

I say, kissing the top of her head. "There's no way I would have allowed that to happen though..." Eric says fiercely. "None of us would have allowed it!... Uncle Nate, Uncle Elias, The Seer, The team... I would die first before I allowed them to take over your lives... You both are not alone in this. You have all of us to rely on no matter what." "Yeah!" My team shouts and cheers in unison. Their voice reverberates inside the cell. I smile and nod at Eric before returning my gaze to my mate.

No more, no less. There was dead silence in the hall as they listened to their leader speak. No one dared to contradict his words because he had the final say. ‘’Logan shall bid you all as soon as this meeting disperses. The seven man team is within you. I want no mistakes and failure to carry out this operation successfully would result in your heads being slaughtered and fed to my wolves.’’ Micah said quietly. Even from within her father’s study, Kara and Paulo could feel the cold chill that spread throughout the room. Micah meant everything he said and in a brief moment, Kara felt bad for the men.

He looked up to the sky, and his smile faltered. Because of the nature of the team, no one could retreat to the base. Their lives were supposed to end on the battleground. This team was designed to have an honorable death to honor their a smidge of kindness during their lifetime. The people in the suicide team were full of criminals who couldn’t be pardoned. Under Shadow’s mercy, she took them and raised them into the finest warriors that could repay their sin and asked for forgiveness on the battleground. Their death would be paraded throughout the whole city to tell the victims or victims’ families that the sinner had repented using their lives.

Heather, Morty, Tessa, Julius, even the rookies-they were all there, arms crossed, faces set. Heather spoke for them all. “If the league forces you out, we walk. All of us. We’re Cannibals, and we stand together.” Jenifer stepped forward, her voice proud. “We’ll forfeit the season if we have to. This team is more than one man. It’s a family.” Jeremy’s throat tightened. “Thank you. I don’t deserve you all.” Alexandra hugged him. “Yes, you do.” The Owners’ Ultimatum

Extending my hand to greet him, he smile and even gave me a slight bow. “Nice to finally meet you, missus. As the leader of team B, I would like to congratulate your mating bond with our alpha.” Looking confused, I look at Elm. “Alpha? Not plural?” “Oh, team B is my own enforcer, just like team A is Zephyr’s enforcer and the war team that belongs to Aaron.” Elm explained to me while his fingers pointing at the leader of each team.

"The layout has natural interference that jams tracking arrays and communication. Once isolated, they head for the target coordinates. We don't need all seven—three can finish the ritual." "And the rest of your little pets?" "They stay embedded with the cohorts. Gather intel. And if a clean chance pops up to put a knife in a high-value target..." The hooded figure paused. "They have authority to kill." "Give me names." "Hale's second son. The Kirk girl. Giovanni—if that Berserker Physique keeps waking up, he’s too much of a threat to leave breathing." The figure hesitated briefly. "And Crawford." The suffocating pressure in the room spiked instantly. The red fire flickered violently, flatten