Squid Games Guards Season 1 Novels & Stories

But I'm afraid mine might run a bit deeper. I'd even seen one of the SEALs, Cord, I think his name is, and the way he grits his teeth and clench his fists when his woman was talking to one of the guards. She's big as a house and ready to pop any day, but the guy still looked like it took everything in him not to lose it. She'd smiled and walked over to him, running her hand up and down his back soothingly as if she knew, and it was only then that the tension had left his body.

But as a security guard, I couldn’t refuse a resident reporting a possible break-in. I asked a coworker to cover my post and followed him to the 23rd floor. When he opened the door, I saw a woman standing in the living room. It was the same woman from the car. Mr. Reed put his arm around her and introduced: “This is my wife, Clara.” Then to Clara: “This is the security guard, Ethan.” Clara nodded politely, expression calm. She looked at me with total unfamiliarity—as if she truly didn’t recognize me. My suspicion grew even stronger.

Now they were drowning in absolute panic. Cries of terror rose above the crackling blue flames as the royal guards fought a losing battle against the creatures spilling from the black abyss like a living plague. Sokaris remained in front of me. His broad back formed an impenetrable wall of darkness and power. The static hum of his magic brushed against my skin—a promise of protection that somehow felt just as much like a prison. Behind me, Vladimir's presence burned like frozen fire. I didn't need to turn around to know his crimson eyes were sweeping across the battlefield, searching for something to sink his fangs into.

“The day has not come when you need help. I will be watching from my quarters. I am casting the barrier spell from there. Asher, The Warrior Guardian, is a taker of lives. I don’t want mine to be next.” He pulled Marina close to him so he could see the truth in her eyes. “Coward! So that’s it then? Put the barrier up and hide in your quarters till it’s done?” She looked away from him. Legarde releases his grip. “Then, why agree to this?” “Those are my orders, my Lord commands it.” “Get the barrier up on my signal.” Legarde turned his back to her and stomped towards the cave, trying to think of the exact moment when he became a Guardian exterminator.

The first ѕесurіtу guard gеtѕ сlоѕе еnоugh аnd trіеѕ tо рull me off. Thе lооk оn Jessup’s ѕеlf-ѕаtіѕfіеd lіttlе fасе drіvеѕ a fresh wеdgе оf rаgе іntо mу gut. I manage tо ѕhаkе оff thе guard, рuѕhіng hіm bасkwаrdѕ into a nеаrbу stack оf speakers. Bу nоw thе whоlе place knоwѕ what’s gоіng оn.

Lucas York continued inward. Suddenly, he heard the sounds of combat. “It doesn’t sound like zombies fighting, it’s…humans?” Light glinted across Lucas’ gaze. It must be Mia Yard’s teacher and White Lotus’ Scorpion Guardian. According to Claud Cheswick, the Scorpion Guardian was a Rank 3 Evolved One, he must be terrifyingly strong. He quickly walked toward the source of the sounds and found that countless zombies were surrounding two people. There were a man and a woman. An intense aura of evil emanated from the man's scrawny figure, and there were scorpion tattoos on his face.

Like he hadn’t heard the Game Master’s order to proceed, like he wasn’t surrounded by guards or half-dead survivors, like he was somewhere else entirely in his head. Something was wrong with him. The Game Master’s voice cut through the tension before I could spiral further. “Move along, contestants!” it sang out cheerfully. “We have so much more fun to come. Energy, people, energy!” Someone behind me muttered a curse under their breath. Another person started sobbing quietly. I was still watching Hoodie Guy out of the corner of my eye. He finally shifted, like the sound had snapped him out of whatever weird headspace he’d been in. His smile faltered just a little, then returned just as easil

I froze, holding my breath, praying the wind would mask the noise. Suddenly, a door to the warehouse creaked open. I pressed myself flat against a shipping container, my lungs burning. Spade and Club emerged first, dragging a crate between them, their expressions grim and focused. Then came Jett, his gun drawn, scanning the perimeter. Finally, Gio stepped out. He looked lethal—a dark god of the underworld, his coat billowing slightly in the sea breeze. They were five yards away. If I breathed too loud, they’d see me.

“Tell him I love him. And that I knew he’d come.” Selena’s smile twisted into something ugly. “How touching. Goodbye, Mrs. Voss.” The gunshot never came. A thunderous crash exploded from the far end of the warehouse—metal doors slamming open, shouts, the heavy stomp of boots. “Down! Everybody down!” Adrian burst through with six armed guards in tactical gear, Marcus at his right shoulder, rifles raised. Adrian’s face was a mask of lethal fury, eyes blazing as they locked onto the scene. His suit jacket was gone, sleeves rolled up, looking every inch the dangerous man Selena had once tried to claim.

I knew that they would be juicy when bitten into. The huge pieces of squid were chewy and fresh. With my sauce, they became extra sweet. Jorvan nearly inhaled each skewer with a single bite. It made a number of ghouls who were out killing other players to meet their quotas stop in their tracks. “Hey, Klyton, that sure smells good. Why don’t we have some?” “Are you dumb, Chitan? They won’t taste of anything!” “But it smells so good!” “The boss says we have to kill at least one player today. You’re such a slacker!”