Unlimited Psychic Squad Novels & Stories

[MAJOR PATROL WEEK] [Morning Team: 4th Year, Squad 3] [Night Team: 5th Year, Elite Squad 1] I keep reading, checking to see who is on the Night Team. [Captain: Raphael] [Members: Raziel, Ilius, Chimera, Sphinx...] Arlo reads the names over my shoulder. "...Fuck."

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I scrolled further down the expansive catalog, skipping past the biological modification tabs to examine the various exotic consumables: > [Spiritual Skin-Nourishing Fruit — 500 IP] > [Divine Nut — 8,000 IP] > [Vitality Fruit — 1,000 IP] > I skipped past the physical enhancement section for now, shifting directly to the tab that interested me most—the realm of psychological warfare and strategic manipulation: [MIND CONTROL] My eyes lit up as I scanned the tactical menu, my pulse quickening at the sheer power arrayed before me: > [Persuasion Card — 500,000 IP] >

he replied, emphasizing his innocence. Whiplash took a moment to digest Keagan's words, contemplating the situation. "Well, I believe you, kid. I once met a guy as gifted as you. We were on the same rookie squad back in the day, and within months, he went from an unranked rookie to being the current number 3 ranked hero worldwide. Even in his old age, no one has managed to dethrone him from the third spot. He held the number one spot for decades before age caught up with him," Whiplash recounted, a sense of awe and nostalgia evident in his voice. "What I'm trying to say is, you have the capacity to reach those levels. Sooner or later, people will take notice, and higher-ranked squads will co

I just had a haircut this week due to how rapid my hair growth was. After I yelled at her and she flinched away from me, I directed her punishment, then telepathically summoned my Beta to provide necessary tools. Upon his entry, Scarlett's expression changed. Her complexion paled, resembling someone who had seen a ghost. She recognized Jayden as IRP's Beta, but it was a pity that she doesn't know the real IRP. Seated now, Jayden at my side, the box in his lap, he whispered details of pack matters, involving a thug, intruder, and traitors.

I don’t wait for a reply, I turn and walk towards the exit, Carlos following behind, a big grin visible on his face. As we leave the church, the rest of my squad, including my maid of honor, follows behind us. We reach the limo, and we all get in. My Reaper squad are made up of the best trained within the Hernandez clan, there are 3 females and 2 males that make up the unit and besides Carlos they the only other people I trust with my life.

The link was silent, as often happened when there was a flurry of action to keep too many from sending in. Finally, the warrior assigned to Moira’s team called in. They had destroyed the remaining four from the other two squads. It took less than two minutes and not a single one of them was even touched. Bo and Jessica were both forced into submission. Adrian’s head snapped up and he noted the devastated look on Marta’s face. She had the advantage in leaders this year with three of the six squads being led by brawlers. Now there was one and he was setting up a basecamp on the edge of the river. As Moira’s squad’s movements were reported, all eyes were on the map. They were circling closer to

I flinched internally, but still held my head high and faced my expectant subjects. “I want the crisis squad ready to march at my command.” I began firmly. This is a few-person squad who are trained vigorously and ruthlessly to handle just any threat thrown our way. May it be supernatural or even human interference. “George," I turned to my half-brother who is the head warrior, “divide your team into a group of twenty each. They will scout the other directions, leaving forty strong warriors here to defend the civilians in case of a breach.” George nodded. “I turned to the six pack's witches. “If you sense a disturbance on the shield, don't hesitate to let me know.” My father had taken in a f

An ice tornado swept through the Caucasus Mountains. Three members of the Phantom Squad - the World Government's most elite stealth assassination unit - lay stiffly lying behind a chunk of glacier. Their synchronized artificial heartbeats are hidden by advanced military-grade thermal camouflage cloaks. "Target one, Alpha King, has disappeared from the visual range of satellite monitoring, Captain," whispered Ghost-2 through the signal-disabling micro-radio channel behind his battle helmet.

Ren felt a cold sweat break out on the back of his neck. They weren't just mass-murdering the poor of their own city. They were the prototype. Aegis was going to export this system globally. Millions of gamers around the world were going to be tricked into slaughtering their own starving citizens, believing it was just the next big esports title. Tafadhali... usituue. The Swahili plea from the deleted audio file echoed in Ren’s skull. "We are just happy to play the game," Leo laughed, completely oblivious to the horrific double-speak. He grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing tray. "As long as the bounties keep paying out, Squad Zero will keep wiping the maps."