Psychic Squad Novels & Stories

" The Tiger Squad was a covert special forces unit that was under Linus' command. Not even Ethan had power over them. "It was already going to be hard to mend my relationship with Liv. Now, it seems like it would be impossible for me to marry her again." "There's no use feeling sad, Mr. Miller. I think this is fine. Mrs. Miller has had a hard life. With Mr. Heath by her side, things will start to get better for her."

Like it never happened, Like it was all a bad dream, everything returned to normal in a blink of an eye and when I opened my eyes, I saw a lean muscular and tall person standing right in my bed! "You..." I quickly shut my mouth, I needed no one to tell who he was as I already knew he was Alpha Asher... The most powerful Alpha, insurmountable and indomitable! Ungodly drop-dead gorgeous king whose got the purest beauty among all Alphas. A psychopath Alpha rumored to kill his mate every two years, and change Mates like paper. "I've been introduced to you, right?" Alpha Asher asked me, his voice angelic yet cold.

To the right was a boy whose very outline seemed to glitch and tear, his physical form constantly dissolving into dense, black smoke and re-solidifying. "Target acquired," the vibrating behemoth ground out, his voice trembling with a mixture of terror and forced compliance. He locked eyes with Baraka. "Patient Zero. We are ordered to incapacitate and extract. Do not resist." "You don't have to do this," Baraka said, stepping forward, placing himself squarely between the Suicide Squad and the fleeing refugees. The violet sparks ignited across his knuckles, casting harsh purple shadows across the damp bricks. "I can disable the collars. I did it for the last squad. Let me break the leash."

They continued. The muddy ground was full of fallen leaves and withered branches. Every step was accompanied by crunching sound that would have startled a tiny animal away. Despite their efforts to keep it low, they failed miserably. But their attention was shifted to the sound of a running water in the distance. They are glad because it means that they are close. A howl was heard. The squad stopped because the sound was not commonly heard from any known animal. They would have ignored it if the Kampft Counter--their in-built paranormal energy detection instrument--did not whine very loud.

His eyes turned sharp as he stopped and sized me from head to toe. I thought he was going to snap off my throat, but when he suddenly chuckled, I yelped in fear. "Scarlett," he called my name, and the difference was obvious in the accent. This wasn't Ryan's accent; this one was sending waves of deadly chills down my spine. "You obviously don't know me, so let me introduce myself. I'm Psychosis. I'm sure you've heard me saying that before," he said, and I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat.

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“Nick became . . . fuck, I hate saying this because it makes me feel like I should be wearing a tinfoil hat. He was psychic. He had the ability to read my mind. That’s how he was able to stay ahead of T.H.E.M. at so many turns. He was even able to plant dreams into my subconscious while I was sleeping, which skeeved me the fuck out.” “Fuck. That’s some heavy shit,” Jason says. I suspect if he’d heard this from anyone else he’d laugh it off as a joke. But Jason knows that, aside from sarcasm, I have no sense of humor. “There’s more. I suspect even if T.H.E.M. disbanded the experiment after Nick’s breakdown, I think Nick and his partner still had some of the mind control serum. Nick was probab

“You think the law serves people like us? We own pieces of it, Lorenzo, but not the whole pie. And Pigo? He doesn’t play by rules. He moves people around like checkers and burns the board after.” Gabriel cut in, voice sharp. “Besides, I already got the team. Not you. Not Zia. Not Nia. Not even me. Ghost Squad. Former special ops, current shadows. Faces unknown. They go in clean. No trace. No fallout.” Lorenzo turned to Zia. Her face was pale, but her chin was lifted high. “They have my mother,” she said. “I don’t care how dirty we have to get.” A brief silence.

“Unexplained DOAs, psych admittances overnight, anything tagged ‘unusual agitation.’” The watch officer pushed a headset toward him. “You’re piggybacked onto QPS incident board and ambos dispatch,” she said. “Don’t make friends. We’re guests.” Will’s pen started its quiet march. “QPS Command, this is ASIO liaison—flag and forward last twelve hours of Category X—aggravated assaults with altered consciousness, non-responsive ODs with no tox match, officers reporting ‘voices’ or ‘shadows’ on scene. Yes, we know how that sounds.”

' "Listen kitties, kindly pay attention and don't fight like brats. We need to accomplish this mission or else Boss will give cut our heads. And please, don't irritate me" Sophia rolled her eyes while Emily nodded. Dave was senior to both of them so Emily and Sophia had to obey him. They all then went behind the large stinky grease drums and waited for the arrival of their prey. After a few minutes a black limo halted in front of the abandoned building.