Novelas y relatos de Superman Vs. The Elite

Every intimate gesture—fingers brushing, whispered affirmations, lips tracing a jawline—became a strategic advantage, keeping Damian aligned under high-pressure conditions. Elite agents emerged from hidden passages, trained to intercept intruders with extraordinary abilities. Damian’s energy flared in response, but Eli pressed close, hands tracing along his chest and shoulders. “Focus on alignment. Every move… synchronized. Human first. Heart always. Tower second. And intimately… unbreakable.”

I just feel a cold, sharp surge of ambition. Look at all these massive, walking bank accounts. According to the original plot of this world, the true Male Lead—the Awakened of Zeus—is destined to enroll in two months. He is supposed to crush all these records, publicly step on Professor Hilbert to prove his dominance, and take all this glory and wealth for himself. I turn off my screen, a wicked smile curving my lips. Not if I strip them clean first. I open the Team Rankings and lock onto my targets for tonight: [Rank 1: Elite Squad 1].

Mauve’s protests were quickly softened by Sephie’s coaxing, until she sat tied once more to the chair. Nicholas folded his hands, voice sharp and commanding. “Listen carefully. Save your questions for the end. Understood?” Mauve, sulking, gave a small nod. “Elite is a parallel dimension of Earth,” Nicholas began. “It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.”

Dennis wassn't a traitor, she realised, he was a tactical genius. "Okay, happy people," Kei interrupted just then, "we've successfully locked the traitor on Olympus with us. What then? How do we find them and still recover Item 13 in time?" "We split into teams," Arthur replied immediately. "Miss Months and Mr. DiSanto, you lead the Supermen to locate and retrieve Item 13. The director and I will search for the mole." Megan's resultant expression was that of surprise. "Are you sure, Mr. Dean?" she asked. "I mean, you did just refer to the Supermen as incompetent and Ricardo as an enemy combatant. You're sure you want to stake the safety of the world on that crew?"

"No need to panic. Let's see just how 'terrifying' these so-called elites truly are." "Haha! What a joke!" one of the elites sneered. "People of Ciawales, I'll give you one last chance—leave this place immediately!" Adrian chuckled at the threat. "Oh? Is that so? Then allow me to counteroffer: surrender and take your own lives now." His audacious words rendered everyone speechless. A surge of energy exploded from the Primeria elites in response. Their killing intent was palpable, and their collective strength was suffocating.

"Kill him! I'll cover for you if he's dead!" Dozens of genetically enhanced elites cracked their necks once they received the orders. All of them possessed some kind of meta-abilities, and they were all extremely confident. Some had electricity dancing between their fingertips, some had a hint of frost in their eyes, and some even had their muscles instantaneously grow until their shirts burst open. However, Harvey did not show mercy to the mutant fighters using their meta-abilities and slapped them away. When he once again stood before Linus, dozens of the mutant fighters had already fallen on the ground. Then, Harvey slapped Linus away once more when he just pulled out a firearm under his

He was afraid that what awaited them would only be death and slaughter. So, how could Samuel retreat! At the moment, he had no choice but to fight bravely. This group of people did not intend to give Samuel any chance to retreat. "Do you think I can retreat now? Damn it, it's strange. Where can he find so many elites in the Castle of the Heavenly Devil? In terms of individual ability, this group of elites was even comparable to the elites of the Pei family. What was even more terrifying was that there were so many of them that Samuel couldn't kill all of them.

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.

Dakota looked towards Jayden and said, “Jayden, order your Knights to go fight in pairs.” Jayden nodded and looked at their knights. “Fight in pairs! No one is allowed to be alone!” He ordered. His Knights instantly complied with his order. Dakota glanced at the Elders and noticed that they are not complete. Only three Elders were fighting with the Super Soldiers. “Ray!” Dakota called. “Yeah?” Ray yelled from the side as he slashed the Super Soldier in front of him. “Where is Elder Nathan?” Dakota asked as she continued fighting with the Super Soldier in front of her.