Space Patrol Delta Novels & Stories

all, things weren't bad at the time. To be honest, he liked it. After a month of meditation in his cell in the Fang and a week together on one of the great Imperial star cruisers that took part in this little war, this was where the action began. It is not surprising. That's why he was born and trained. His whole life has been preparing for this moment. He eventually became an Imperial Space Marine of the Space Wolf Division. What more could he want in life? He held a loaded pistol in his hand, and the emperor's enemies before him. There was no greater joy in this life than to do my duty and take the lives of those unfortunate heretics. The rock behind him shook. A piece of stone creaked fr

Yuri - POV When I reached the site where the building was left with debris, I saw the guards of the Night Pack come to the site and ask us to step away, not allowing us to go further. I hated stepping away, but my eyes snapped at the guy who walked in with authority. He wasn't the Alpha but gave off the air of a Beta or Gamma. "Beta Ted," the guard informed him, adding that there were no casualties or injuries. He nodded, looking at us with curiosity and a slight suspicion as we stood on the other side, watching the guards in action, helping their civilians evacuate the place.

I asked carefully. My father’s hand paused mid-movement. Slowly, his gaze dropped to the polished oak table between us. “Alpha Kael Daravaryn, of the Obsidian Vale Pack.” “Alpha Kael Daravaryn” I repeated. That name. Dad had mentioned him more than once when he needed someone to unload business frustrations on.. Alpha Kael was the man other Alphas complained about, negotiated with cautiously, or avoided entirely. Mother, on the other hand, tuned out anything that didn’t involve social prestige or designer labels.

I ask in part because I’ll feel better having Cayden and Zella there as a buffer but also because if we’re both going, I’ll need to make sure our Gamma and Delta will be around to run things while we’re away. “I was going to talk to you about it. That was actually one of the reasons I came in here. I was going to tell you that we’re planning on going and see if you wanted to come with us after we were done talking about the strange scents that our patrols picked up last night. But then you started daydreaming and not listening to a damn thing I was saying.” He says with a slight chuckle. “Yeah, that would be great. Makes more sense to all go in one car. We’ll just need to make sure that Bree

He shut his mouth and crossed his arm. "I want you to be my second command, do you take the responsibility?" "Alpha, I am not strong enough-" "Do you take the responsibility, Linda?" "Y-yes, Alpha." I let her sit down. "Devon, Gunner, Gilo, Timor, and Lior," they confusedly stood up. "I want you to be my Deltas, do you take the responsibility?" "What is Delta?" Gilo asked. "We will train armies to protect our pack and it will be divided by five led by you. Everyone under your team would be your responsibility, in the battlefield, you will be the first to set a foot in and last to set foot out making sure everyone was fine.

"Don't forget Delta company, sir. They were a credit to the legion" Marco swallowed, knew Daniell was gone, and closed his eyelids. "Yes, and so were you". The officer stood and turned to find that a naval aviator was waiting to see him. She had green eyes and a plain, straight forward face. She held a helmet under her arm. A bloodstained battle dressing marked the place where something had torn through her flight suit as the ejection blew her free of the cockpit. Sergeant Sparrow handled the introduction. "This is Captain Salom, sir. She flew one of the Daggers, and commands Chameleon".

The Omega can smell nothing else, and he smiles, nuzzling it as he slowly falls asleep… Thirty minutes later, the quiet room is filled with voices as the dominant Delta 3s return from their time outside. Most file into the lounge area, which has a large wrap-around couch and a large flat-screen TV mounted to the wall, while the rest head for their beds to take a nap. Aaron's eyebrows knit together as he walks toward the back of the room. He can see a head of hair lying on his pillow and immediately becomes irritated. “What the fuck?!” He cursed to himself as he approached his bed.

Silas said rubbing the back of his neck. “And your father is right.” A deep voice spoke. “Whoa!” Silas and Marco said leaning their heads back to look up at the 7 foot 4, 400 lb. wall of muscle smirking down at them. “I’m Royal Delta General Shadow Collins; this is my mate Royal Delta General Jennifer Collins.” He introduced himself and his mate. “Hi, I’m Royal Beta Jyden Hunt.” He greeted them. “Those two over there are the Shadow Twins, Spyder and Spencer Collins, Delta Warriors, and part of the Queens Royal Guards.”

Report: Quinn The Mojave Desert. United States of America. Crash site of an Axion warship. Designation: "Project Terminus" Six-hundred meters. Five-hundred. Four. Three. Two. One. A jarring impact and a flash of sensors, the crackle of my comms. My HUD booted up with a hum. I frowned. After experiencing the Spartan's intuitive display, my command capsule no longer felt as impressive. This Valkyrie would have to suffice.