The Squad Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

Only permanent members of each squad were present today to witness this. “All rise.” One of the guards said and everyone in the room did and only sat when the three judges sat down. “Shall we get on with this then?” Master Carlos said, “Please, Alexis vice-captain of the Death Squad make your case in front of all of us present here today.” Madam Lee said as she dragged out her words.

John pretended to be Berg's assistant and helped them carry the oil. They followed instructions and arrived at the war room, where all the Blades and the Inquisitor were in the middle of their discussion. In the middle of the long table where the villains planned and strategized the upcoming battle, the Inquisitor can be seen wearing armor akin to his Blades and a mask of anger and anguish to spread fear to his enemies on the battlefield. Besides him is his weapon cache. Behind the weapon cache was the center pillar holding the room together. And beside the structure was a weakened Ingrid bound to it.

The instructor insolent enough to give Wolf Fang’s Keanu, Flame, and Alpha a beating was none other than this *sshole, Zayn Larson—chairman of Violet Vision and the new instructor to Squad 4! Who would have guessed that he would meet the very same bastard here today? God must be really interested in their beef, huh? “Well, well, well. The instructor of Squad 4 is here! Interesting,” Dick murmured to himself with a cryptic smile. Hungry eyes began to sweep the crowd like a hound sniffing for the man that kept creeping up on his radar. Funnily, despite his eyes catching Zayn’s face at least twice during his search, Dick still failed to recognize him both times.

I could feel everyone getting anxious whenever she was around and I know that it was because they still; remember what they did to her. I stood at the forefront, a formidable presence exuding strength and determination. The training session for the squad was about to begin, a vital component of preparing the warriors for the challenges that lay ahead and watched as the squad members gathered, their expressions a mix of eagerness and focus. The squad, comprised of 80 warriors from various packs, was a testament to unity and cooperation. They had come together to form a formidable force against their common enemy—the encroaching vampire threat. "Alright, everyone, gather around," I called, my

There was no logical way he could know the patrol’s exact trajectory unless someone inside our inner circle was feeding him intel… or unless his network was far more terrifyingly connected than Aiden anticipated. "Who are you?" I demanded, the baritone cracking completely under the weight of my panic. "What do you want?" The stranger smiled, a slow, chilling curve of his lips. "Let us introduce ourselves properly, then. My name is Maeve. I am a deep-cover Inquisitor for the High Council, specifically assigned to hunt down the hidden, rogue, and banished bloodlines that threaten the sanctity of the wolves ecosystem." He paused, his icy gaze drifting down to the silver-tinted mirror on the wal

[ Rank 1 ] - Squad-5 (Overall Points - 92) [Leader : Lin Fang ] [ Rank 2 ] - Squad-4 (Overall Grade - 91) [Leader : Regina Kain ] [ Rank 3 ] - Squad-9 (Overall Grade - 86) [Leader : Edward Graham ] [ Rank 4 ] - Squad-1 (Overall Points - 79) [Leader : Seth Rogers ] [ Rank 5 ] - Squad-2 (Overall Grade - 74) [Leader : Twinkle Gautam ] [ Rank 6 ] - Squad-10 (Overall Grade - 71) [Leader : John Mark ] [ Rank 7 ] - Squad-8 (Overall Grade - 66) [Leader : Raia Oberoi ] [ Rank 8 ] - Squad-7 (Overall Grade - 64) [Leader : Obahu Menk ] [ Rank 9 ] - Squad-3 (Overall Points - 51) [Leader : Amir Bose ]

Jate Woods turned to Ricardo and the Shadow Elite's Squad members and said, "This man is a highly skilled fighter. You may not be his match. Take a step back. Let me handle him." Seeing that Jate Woods had arrived, they replied in unison, "Yes, Young Master."

“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.”

"Your strength is formidable, but it must be channeled with precision. Remember, true mastery lies not only in force but also in finesse." ‌ Meanwhile, the Ceta squad, known for their agility and adaptability, engaged in a series of coordinated maneuvers. They swiftly moved in perfect synchronization, each member anticipating the others' actions without hesitation. Heimzel's voice echoed through their ranks, guiding them to achieve seamless teamwork. ‌ "Excellent work, Ceta squad!" Heimzel's words resonated with pride. "Your unity is your strength. Continue to support and complement one another, for in the midst of chaos, your coordination will prevail."

The doors to the executive suite didn't burst open; they simply vanished, turned into fine gray dust by a radial wave of silver light. Five figures stepped into the wreckage of the server room. They wore robes of liquid silver that moved like mercury, their faces hidden behind masks of polished bone. The leader—a man whose presence felt like a block of dry ice—stepped forward, his gaze raking over Julian’s cooling corpse before settling on me. "The Anchor is unrefined," the Inquisitor said, his voice echoing in my mind like a judge’s gavel. "The bond is unstable. The Alpha is compromised."