Intercessor Kill Team Novels & Stories

She had tried to get me to join another team, but I'd be damned if I let her be separated from me again during a battle, even for a few minutes. As the night progressed, we remained alert despite the relative silence. I was beginning to wonder whether the creatures would even attack again, when I received a message from the west team that one of the dead ones was over there. I teleported there like we planned and it took less than a minute to incinerate it with my fire and return to my mate’s side. Something weird happened right before the next attack, I felt a faint pulse in my head, and my instincts told me to go northwest just as a message was passed across to me through mind link by the

“Protocol escalation recommended.” Elijah’s voice turns tense. “That sounds bad.” Kieran nods. “It is.” I take a slow breath. “What happens now?” The whisper answers calmly. “Deletion sequence preparing.” My heart pounds violently. “So this is it?” Kieran’s voice turns firm. “No.” “You can’t stop it,” I whisper. “I can try.” “You said interfering could erase all of us.” “Yes.” “Then don’t do it.” His gaze sharpens. “I’m not watching you die.”

“When we go out tonight to search our teams will be a little mixed and matched because of the number of us. Stryxx, Dove, and I will be the intel team. Rico, Nico I need you as our eyes in the skies. Tris, Trinity, and Link will be on call as our quicksilver team to back up any of us if we can’t help but to mix it up. Any suggestion, or additions?” Kyle said. “Where’s Dove’s little buddy, and where is she going to while we take the risks?” Tris asked.

"I'm sorry I built the failsafe. I'm sorry I planned to kill Grace. I'm sorry I chose fear over faith. But I'm here now. I'm with you now. And I won't let them take our daughter." The kill team stopped. One hundred yards away. Assessing. Calculating. Seeing not one enhanced individual but fifty. Not isolated target but unified force. Their leader spoke into radio. "Target has reinforcements. Requesting backup. Requesting—" "Tell your backup," Reaper shouted, "that if they want fight, we'll give them fight. But if they want to walk away—if they want to leave mother and dying daughter alone—we'll let them. One chance. One choice. Decide now."

“We have the holy fire, the angel who wings, the shield of God and the one who is not named. Prayer works both ways. If we meet Carnage members, we can pray for a painless death.” Only Killian enjoyed his morbid sense of humour. The human shield patted the only girl on their team and promised to protect her. Zen saw the faint blush on the petite girl’s cheeks. It was a good idea to put them together, after all. Similar to how Jessica could control her berserker lover, the chemistry between the shield and a hypnotist was good. Party Prayer was also well-balanced. Zen decided on Killian as the offence power, the human shield as the tank and defence. Oriole was the supporting party, and Faceles

"Breach! Breach! Breach!" The door exploded inward. The team swept through, lights cutting the smoke. "Clear!" "Clear!" The team leader stood in the center, rifle raised. He saw the shattered bonsai, the cracked screen, the sealed elevator outline. He tapped his comms. "Council Command, Serpent-1. Target's gone. Used his private exit." He kicked debris. "He's running.” Sometime later. The jet was silent, a black ghost cutting through the cloud layer. Kairos stared out the window, his reflection a pale mask of fury. He had lost everything, his network, his power, his greatest weapon, Lucan Vale.

The taxes, the borders, and the genetic hierarchies that had defined human life for three millennia were starting to look like sandcastles in a rising tide. ​"Thorne won't accept a pause," Killian warned, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a new movement in the sky. "He is a man who would burn the world just to be the king of the ash. Look. Those are not Council drones. Those are high altitude interceptors. They are coming from the central hub. He is bypassing the local units and bringing in the automated systems. The machines don't feel the amber pulse, Elara. They only feel the logic of the kill command."

The beautiful days when you never thought about betrayal, murder— or politics. I can’t let a group of selfish people take their lives. I couldn’t imagine all the women and men, old or young, whom I saw before my eyes during that moment on the ground, inert. I tried to chase the image of the tragedy of my thoughts, but it was stronger than me. What if we don’t succeed to save them? What if their agents are better than us? “Will to the Bullet Team.” William’s voice sounded in our earbuds, interrupting our fearful thoughts. I loved how he called us the Bullet Team, he said he believed nothing can ever destroy us, even death.

" Not even past noon, the exorcists arrived once more. This time, each of them held scepters stained with dark, red liquid that reeked of blood. "Madam, the evil spirit has infested his organs. Today, we must strike him with these blessed scepters to drive the evil spirit out from within him!" The exorcist exclaimed viciously.

"Wasn't the Carver ranked #12?" She nodded. "But now, Belle's name along side Butch's has disappeared from the list" Max's eyes widened. "Butch the player killer?!" Anna nodded. "That means both of them should have joined forces" I laughed a bit. Everyone knew once you make a pact with someone both names disappear from the player killer list. Group kills aren't counted. "How many kill did we have last week?" Anna was like our information house. "Sixteen". She paused before giving the breakdown. "Kendrick two, Chris three, Max one, me.. two, then you killed eight"