Psychic Squad Novels & Stories

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.

A profound, cosmic grief filled him. Northstar woke with a gasp, sitting bolt upright. Cold sweat soaked his shirt. “What a nightmare…” he muttered, his voice rough. He focused inward, sensing the lingering traces of the invasive thoughts. A cold, familiar detachment settled over him. “Guess we have unwanted visitors in the forest. And they’re bringing their fears with them.” In the Forest – The Dark Soldiers’ Team Elliot and Amy were not alone. A squad of six elite security personnel, including a still-sulking Arnold, moved with them through the thickening woods. Elliot had decided backup was prudent.

space. It was a silent scream, a clarion call that proclaimed their presence to anyone who was attuned enough to hear it."He's located us," Sama said, her voice echoing within Elias's mind."I see," Elias replied, his own mind a peaceful island in the raging sea of her mind. "And he's not alone."Their response to their call was swift and merciless. A unified assault hit the compound, not with physical blows, but with a calculated psychic attack directed at throwing Sama's vibration off balance. The air vibrated with dissonance, a cacophonous din that stung all their teeth."They're not trying to kill us," Alex screamed, her face set grimly as she fired a cluster of suppressive shots from her

People who could bear the crushing weight of the alien nanolaminate armor. There. A spark in the neon-lit slums of Neo-Tokyo. A street-fighting teenager whose reflexes were impossibly fast. There. A spark in an underground military bunker in London. A disgraced ex-fighter pilot who had been dishonorably discharged for having "hallucinations" of the future. There. A spark in a maximum-security prison in Texas. A woman who could manipulate the ambient temperature of a room just by getting angry. Harper reached out through the invisible psychic ether, touching the minds of seven distinct individuals scattered across the continents.

The fact that it was a command specifically handed to him by his master really made him so regretful. At first, Avyanna obviously has no idea who these people are. She only knew that they were a formidable unit from the PSIA, considering the contents of their conversation as they conversed near the forest where Avyanna had eavesdropped on them. Using these, she asked Zeke to look for the list of official units that were registered in the PSIA. Of course, it wasn't hard for the tech geek to find one. Among those units listed in it, Zeke specifically told her about a team that caught his attention based on the rumors going on about them in the police community.

“WHY DID THE SIGNAL RETURN SO SUDDENLY?” “WHO HAS ACCESS TO THE NEW GRID?” “WHO BENEFITS FROM FEAR?” They didn’t sign them. They didn’t need to. Fear signs itself. Inside the strategy hall, Ethan felt trust bending. Not breaking — but bending. Warping. “Whispers,” he said quietly. “They’ve deployed their psychological units.” Jun cursed. Mira paled. Leah clenched her teeth. “Already?” Cira’s voice shook. “They’re going after the people?”

“The squad?” “The security squad,” Quinn interrupts, shooting Fallon a look before returning her gaze to me, softening her expression. “It’s our security team for the whole six-pack territory, both fighters and IT. Me and Brooke do IT, these two fight.” She gestures to Fallon and Astrid. “Well, I do both, technically. Our mates all run the squad, so if you’re into it, I’m sure there’d be a place for you.” “Oh, yeah,” I breathe. “I’ve had warrior training. My whole pack did, actually.”

“He is a member of a cult named Seekers Squad” “That’s not possible” Commander Phinx interrupted “Indeed Prince Fredrick” King Samson agreed “It was confirmed, my sources are never wrong” “The Seekers Squad is no cult Prince Fredrick” King Samson guaranteed “It is a group dedicated unto God, under the command of Allas Roach, my ally and good friend, they fight against supernatural forces plaguing the earth.” “That’s very convincing; still the name of the culprit is Elroy” “Then he’s an imposter, there is no members of team five going by the name Elroy” Eslar assured “give me your permission my Lord, I’ll look further into this situation”

Hi there, welcome to Psycho Season 2: Death's Wish. I hope you'll enjoy this new thrilling season as much as I enjoyed writing it :) Updates may be slow as I'm still a student who is dealing with national exams this year, hence I may prioritise studies over writing, but I'll try my best to upload at least once per week for you guys. Thank you for your support :D . . . . . Mexico's Base Carlos's POV So, has my darling niece decide to spread her wings and began her wild adventures? Haha I won't let you. You are mine. My property, my puppet. And you aren't going to escape from me.