Superman Vs. The Elite Novels & Stories

Yes, Elites. Those bastard Elites had fired some strange silver wire contraption at him. The weighted balls on it had carried the momentum, effectively tangling him in the silver snare and sent him crashing to the ground. The look of malicious excitement on their faces as they had hauled him up, forcing his arms together and snapping silver shackles onto them. He much preferred the wire to the shackles, there may be been more wire but it burned less surface area than the thick heavy shackles. Every weapon in their arsenal seemed to be drastically inhumane and cruel. For humans, those Elites had been unnaturally strong, even with the silver weakening him they shouldn't have been able to overp

Fane’s combat abilities stunned them speechless. “Who...who are you? How’s this possible? We have so many people with us, so many masters! How are they not your match?” Lee Neuman’s legs turned to jelly when he gazed at the sprawled bodies on the floor. The people they had summoned were elites, yet Fane managed to kill half of them while none of their masters managed to even graze Fane’s skin. “B—Boss, please let us go! We didn’t have any other choice!” One of the masters was so frightened that he knelt on the floor and begged Fane for mercy.

Victor smiled and said, "Haha, these men are our family's skilled fighters, and some of them are highly-trained elites whom I spent a lot of money to hire. Did you think you'd be going up against the same bunch of bodyguards from before? I'm going to cripple you today so you'll regret what you did to my family for the rest of your life!" "Charge!" The bodyguards attacked Severin directly without any delay. "You call these elites?" Severin snickered when he saw his opponent's stances. The four war gods were his apprentices, and those beneath their level were so puny to him that they were not worth a mention. Sure enough, even those elites who were considered to be exceptionally skilled by ord

The elite guard moved like shadows in the rising floodwaters. Their leader — a towering figure in obsidian tactical armor — raised one hand. The seawater around him froze instantly into razor-sharp ice spears that shot forward like bullets. “Barrier!” Damien shouted. Theo and Elias combined their powers, creating a shimmering golden shield just in time. The ice spears shattered against it with explosive force, sending shards flying. “These aren’t normal soldiers,” Elena warned through the comms. “Victor’s elite have fully matured abilities. Strength augmentation, energy redirection, limited telekinesis, and rapid regeneration. They heal from almost anything in seconds.”

“You thought your 'Sovereign' tech made you untouchable. But you forgot that the Smiths were the ones who built the foundation you’re standing on.” The "face-slapping" was absolute. These elite warriors, who believed they were the pinnacle of tactical evolution, were being dismantled by a pair of "allies" using localized frequency disruption. Marcus and Elena moved in with clinical efficiency, neutralizing the commandos before they could even draw their secondary weapons. While the Smiths held the gallery, the Krauser Kartel’s Old Guard were handling the service corridors. Don Krauser Del Toro, Charles Smith, and Baron Vance were a trio of lethal experience, moving through the narrow spaces

Luis is a secret Elite force soldier, and his father is Bandela Vanders," he informed me, and I almost choked on my spit. Elite force soldier? They were the best of the best. They were spies, assassins, and whatever they could be to protect the realm. How did I not know this? As for the Vanders family. They owned SHIELD. The best security company and I heard the family's sons were doing incredible things; they were like super ghosts who kept supernaturals safe in the realm. I worked with Mr. Bandela Vanders when the North was constantly under international attack. He saved my grandmother's life once. 'That would explain why Luis doesn't want a relationship because of the nature of his job. T

I chuckled. When half of my sandwich was gone, I set it down, and cleaned my face with a napkin. It was time to get what I came for. As much as I loved Dennis, I needed to have as many allies as possible in the upcoming fight. “As for what’s going on, Dennis. War is going on. Supernaturals who call themselves ‘elite’ have grabbed power and imprisoned, killed, or enslaved other supernaturals they consider less than them. Humans don’t realize they’ve been played. I intend to destroy the elites. And the feeling is rather mutual. They just don’t know who I am.” I explained.

Brianna- Elite's leader- Mind Doctor Brian/Kale- Elites second in command- Brute force and telepathy Stephanie- Elite's brains- Analyst Jaggers- Master of speed- Fire fox Eunice- Elite's instant pain bringer- Silent screams David- Elite's mercenary - Earth shaker Dan- Elite's ace- Instant darkness bringer Alexa- Elite's mode of confusion- Illusion creator Raven- Elite's top warrior- Fighter, analyst Anna- Elite's backup- Telekinesis

He raises both his hands in surrender, and I slowly step back to the sound of his chuckle. "Touchy. Hasn't anybody tell you to control that humor?" Ryan asks, mimicking Jason's exact words. For a fighter, he talks way too much. He looks too young to be in a secret group fighting off hybrids, too joyful for such responsibility. "What is the Elite? What do you want?" His demeanor changes before my eyes, his expression hardens as the weight of the conversation settles in. Ryan crosses his arms and assesses me with care. "We're the main force against the hybrids," he responds resolutely.

We head to elite defence class together I was surprised they had all supernaturals train together Karla explained that while it’s not a walk in the park the elite defence class was nothing in comparison to how we have trained since knee high. We warm up as a group then break away into groups to practise karla and I are sparing and we are both so emerged in our sparing we had not noticed everyone else had stopped to watch the match. It was a long match and karla is by far more suited than most to my skill level but in the end I get the upper hand and take the win. The whole crowd gasps when I win. I put my hand out to karla to help up off the mat she does so with a big grin on her face “nearl