Psychic Squad Novels & Stories

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."

' "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.

“Well, your family is keeping Alpha Squad busy too, Luna. Between your father’s trial, your brother’s trial, and what your sister is finding on the streets, Alpha Squad is running ragged. They’re actually looking to expand your idea of being on rotation for the squads. The Council is considering creating a Delta Squad now, a squad that does nothing but support the other three squads. Apparently, when Raptor, Javelin, and Saber mentioned the possibility of a rotation to their squad members, they all jumped at the idea. Especially the she-wolves who have pups at home. The C-Squad is good for awhile but once they have two or three pups, those moms want to be home more often. Having a rotating s

Their elite shock troops were reduced to a writhing, incapacitated mob in seconds. Amidst the chaos, Jack found a chilling connection. The specific energy signature of the psychic dampeners, the way they interacted with lycanthrope neurology, was eerily similar to fragments of data he had seen in his parents' last, cryptic message. It mentioned a rogue military project, codenamed 'Cerberus,' designed to control and weaponize supernatural beings. The Iron Claw weren't just using Council technology; they were using a perverted, weaponized version of his own family's research.

He breathed gently before his voice came back harder. "I know that mother fucker and I know you can't be anywhere near him. He is a black hole, Caroline. It's only a matter of time before he kills you or one of his enemies does. This isn't a joke. He runs a very powerful criminal organization. He tortures people, kills people. He's a fucking psychopath. A monster." A monster. He tried telling me so many times. He never pretended to be good or to hide his darkness. He just never showed me the extent of it.

She used her enhanced senses to anticipate attacks, countering with precision, while Varic coordinated the team from the perimeter. One scout broke the pattern, moving too quickly, too confidently. Nadia struck first, claws extended, the force of her strike amplified by months of focused training. The shadow wavered, twisted unnaturally, and then screamed—a soundless wail that echoed in the minds of her team, a psychic scream meant to instill fear. But Nadia did not falter. She pressed the attack, forcing the scout to collapse, leaving a residue that her team quickly contained. “Check him,” she commanded. “Record everything. We need to understand how he’s doing this.”

They'd done this before. "Target acquired," the new team leader said into his radio. "Confirming multiple casualties from advance team." "Team Bravo, be advised - target has confirmed psychic abilities. Mental shields failed. Switch to unpredictable movement patterns." "Copy that. Adjusting tactics." They spread out in a wide circle giving me enough space all the while overlapping fields of fire. And they had different weapons - bigger ones, with silver ammunition designed to put down supernatural threats. I crouched in the center of their circle, blood dripping from my claws. The feral state was starting to flicker. Human awareness creeping back in as I saw what I'd done.

(Agent Hailmer @ 03) A full Squad of 4 A.C.I.A agents were sitting inside the house living space, and all of them were gearing up for the assault it was clear from their speech that they clearly despise the people that they were aiming at, after all, all of the Squads member were all non-human race, Agent Spider is the Squads Technology specialist, recording and hearing all the conversations, he is also an Oni Race, Agent Romeo is a Minotaur Demi-Human which is also the assault leader and also a Shield Knight of the Squad. Agent Hailmer is the medic of the squad which is also a Healer Mage, and the proud and devoted priest of the Aeternum Cathedral of Faith.

A presence , vast and curious, pressing against the ruins of my psyche. Complete us , it whispers without words. Give us the First. The Alpha's echo howls in triumph. The Child steps forward, their form flickering between human and something else. "You don't need the Alpha," they say. "You can be more." The nascent reality pulses. Doubt? The communion team picks that moment to rupture into the mindscape—their silver robes pristine, their machines screaming. They don't ask. Don't negotiate. They latch onto the nascent reality with psychic hooks, shouting scripture, demanding submission.