Psychic Squad Novels & Stories

I don’t wait for a reply, I turn and walk towards the exit, Carlos following behind, a big grin visible on his face. As we leave the church, the rest of my squad, including my maid of honor, follows behind us. We reach the limo, and we all get in. My Reaper squad are made up of the best trained within the Hernandez clan, there are 3 females and 2 males that make up the unit and besides Carlos they the only other people I trust with my life.

"And we’ll take care of it." The Pastor turned his eyes toward X, then back to the team. “Before we begin, there’s one thing I need to ask.” He paused, taking a breath. “We’ve worked together before, in the Dirt Storm, but... I need to be clear. What exactly is it that you all do? You guys are a little like the Ghostbusters, right? You're people that get called when somethin' strange is in the neighborhood?” The air hung thick, and I turned to the team, exchanging a quick glance. We were a little too used to being put in situations where people didn’t quite understand what we were capable of. But we weren’t ordinary paranormal investigators. Not even close.

I can’t believe Haeden asked me to join. He knows I’m a social pariah, the daughter of a psychopath. Then again he slept with Lacey Parks, even after she got caught getting gang banged by half the football team. He’d fuck anything as long as it had a pussy. With a sigh I lay back and stare up at the bottom of the bleachers. The sight of gum stuck from years ago makes me gag. Not a pretty sight. A yawn escapes me, I’ll just take a nap and catch up on the sleep I missed.

Isabella reached her hand out, but Quintaya did not take it. Quintaya stared out into the darkness. “I had a really bad dream last night, and I saw…” She paused. “What happened?” Isabella kept her hand out. “I saw something evil kill everyone. I can’t even describe it other than it was dark. It had red eyes that stared at me, and when I woke up, I swear it was there in my room.” She almost cried. Isabella thought a moment. “Did it say anything?” “No.” “Did it smell?”

he said defensively. "We served because we believe peace is possible. After so long on this earth, it's important to hold onto hope. Any hope," Sekhmet said passionately. "Otherwise, we lose ourselves in the nothingness of time and forget that things do matter." "You've made sacrifices you don't even know about," Empusa said, his clear brown eyes holding William's gray ones just for a moment before he had to look away. "You're a wolf, and wolves need packs. Isolation eats at a wolf and eventually leads to madness. You were denied your right to a pack; partially because of your vampire blood, and because Paoli feared you wouldn't be safe if an entire pack could track you."

The fourth game had already been sent to his cell phone. Everyone looked at Loggins with a hint of envy in their eyes. Why had all three of them become lucky participants? They were all members of the Zero Major Crimes Squad, but the others were feeling envious that they had not been chosen. Monica was the most envious. Although she had not been in psychology for a long time and had only graduated from university a few years ago, she had shown extraordinary talent in the field of psychology since university, and she always thought that she would become one of the pioneers of psychology and completely change psychology.

A foreign pattern threaded through the Concord channels—a deliberate pulse, jagged and discordant. “They’re trying to corrupt the emotional harmonics,” Sophia said, voice steady. “If they succeed, the resonance could invert—turn empathy into feedback.” Elise’s eyes widened. “You mean global psychic collapse.” “Exactly.” Raven’s tone hardened. “Then we stop them. Now.” --- Dreamspace — Hijacked Node Sophia entered the compromised channel through her neural anchor, descending into a chaotic storm of sound and color. The once serene patterns of the Concord now twisted into sharp, discordant waves.

While Squad 4 was riding their high, Dick and his squad were at one of their lowest points. They hung their heads in shame, silently observing the swirling storm that was Dick’s facial expressions, worried that any sound they made would draw the first and biggest fire. Dick’s cold eyes scanned their faces before he began, “So, which one of your geniuses suggested messing with Squad Four? Get your *ss up here.” The Wolf’s Fang Squad’s members collectively lowered their heads even more. No one was willing to confess.

After the news spread, the patients in the psychiatric hospital naturally split into two factions. One faction consisted of twenty-two people whose identities had already been verified by the hothead. People who were considered one hundred percent confirmed. The other faction was made up of the remaining ten, whose identities had never been verified and could not be confirmed. Among those ten were me, the old lady, the little girl, the boy who had helped her carry rice, the autistic woman, and several others I had barely interacted with.

[WARNING: HIGH_LATENCY_DETECTION] [SYSTEM_LOG: DELETION_SQUAD_INBOUND] The static in the air suddenly changed pitch. It went from a low hum to a high-pitched Screech. From the grey horizon, three figures emerged. They didn't move like the Alliance soldiers or the Sentinels. They were tall, spindly entities draped in cloaks of Pure Static. They didn't have limbs; they moved by Teleporting—snapping from one coordinate to another without crossing the space between. "The Deletion Squad," I hissed, pulling my Pulse-Staff from my back. "The Architects' Clean-up Crew. They’re here to 'Sanitize' the Void."