Novel & Cerita Unlimited Psychic Squad

Harper reached out through the invisible psychic ether, touching the minds of seven distinct individuals scattered across the continents. "Listen to me," Harper’s voice echoed directly inside their heads, a telepathic broadcast carrying the weight of a god. "The world is ending. Your governments cannot save you. But you possess a power you do not yet understand. A power that can fight back." In Tokyo, London, Texas, and beyond, seven people stopped dead in their tracks, grasping their heads as the voice resonated in their very souls. "I am sending dropships to your coordinates," Harper’s psychic voice commanded. "Do not run. Do not fight my soldiers. You belong to The Order of the Shield now

More importantly, they would become someone else’s targets and die even faster if they were to rush out of the atmosphere. The United Nations had convened an emergency meeting, so high-ranking officials from various countries scrambled and rushed over to find a solution. However... That was not a battle on the same level. Even the psychic users whose supernatural abilities had awakened in the spiritual energy tide and those who vowed to pioneer a new era got cold feet. They had witnessed the impact of the puppets. A puppet was as big as half a city. What kind of supernatural power could resist such an existence? What a joke!

Her anxiety levels were off the charts. “Yeah. I had fallen asleep. Then her unicorn came to me in my dream and spoke to me. Her name is Celeste, and she said that they had proved that they were worthy of being my mate when she had given up herself to me and now it was my turn to prove that I was worthy of her. Because a woman like her comes only once in a millennia to bring back peace to warring nations,” said Razl and he paused as Sapphire and Jillian looked at each other.

“For mortals, death is the worst that can happen. But for us... everything except our lives is at stake. So, I suggest you shut your mouth and stay out of this. I don’t want a war — and neither does Alpha Asher. Because if he did... do you think any of us would still be standing here, in one piece?” Nikolai winced at his words, but he gritted back his teeth and stepped back. The mouse prince and his guards took the frontline. He peered at the barrier and commanded, without wasting another second. “Begin!” At once, over fifteen members of the Celestial Suppression Squad (CSS) materialized around the graveyard, walking out of thin air, holding golden sun staffs in their hands. All of them were

"Five months ago, I was in St. Petersburg when I spotted a man attacking a woman. I drew my weapon. Told him to release her and back away. When he let go, she collapsed in the snow. I fired my weapon, but it didn't faze him. Then this chill came over my mind, and I heard a voice telling me to forget. And then he vanished. I checked the woman. She was dead with two punctures on her neck." Karl shrugged. "They've probably been spotted many times over the centuries, but they always used mind control to keep humans from remembering what they'd seen. In my case, it didn't work." "You can resist mind control." "Yes. We all can. That's why my team is so small. There's only a handful of people in th

"Is this like a cult or something?" "Of course not". Trevor rolled his green eyes. "We're just hunters in the game, we'd like to form a pact with you" "Hmm, and what are the terms to the so called pact". I waved my hand in the air carelessly. I could see they were both stoned. "We'll look out for each other, that's all. The players death rate is higher than the invitation rate..... No one man squad can survive till they go up the ranks" "And according to what Laura told me, I can't leave the game halfway without completing it? What if I decide to leave?"

“Sure. We’ve got five main squads: Ironclaws they focus on close combat, raw strength, and endurance. Spiritwalkers mental training, emotional control, and advanced shifting. Shadowfangs stealth and espionage. They can disappear without a sound. Blazetails our firepower team. Aggressive, bold, fearless. Thunderpaws think tanks with muscle. All about brute force and stamina.” It sounded cool. Too cool. I was still confused. I chewed on my lip, weighing the options. Spiritwalkers... mind control. Emotional balance. Maybe that was what I needed most. “I think I’ll go with the Spiritwalkers,” I said softly.

"Boss, I can feel them. All of them. Thousands of—" "More," Jack commanded, his voice resonating with power that made the walls vibrate. "Push further. The Alliance wolves in Europe. The reformed Council members in Asia. Everyone who's ever sworn to the Urban Fang." "That's impossible," Dr. James protested. "The distance alone—" "We have a psychic amplifier," Jack said, nodding toward Olivia. "And a reality anchor." He glanced at Haley, still floating in her corona of golden light. "Nothing's impossible anymore."

That's why I intervened—before their tension escalated into another screaming match. "A foot massage?" I arched a brow. "When did that happen?" "You beat me three times sparring last week," Phoenix leaned against the counter. "Pay up, Wilder." I crossed my arms. "Before you cheated with the leg sweep." "Illegal move," Jack muttered, drying an already clean plate with sudden interest. "Hence my reparations offer!" Phoenix spread his hands. "Come on, you know you want to." He was wrong—but the exhaustion weighing me down (three missed MMA classes felt like withdrawal) finally won over pride. "Fine," I exhaled. "But wander those hands, and I break fingers."

the man, one who had followed the Matriarch around since he was old enough to understand good from evil, spoke to the lost Matriarch. “The Sun Squad huh. No, we will not use the Sun Squad.” The Matriarch replied. The Sun Squad was a group of Ancients trained with the best potions that the Ancients had to offer. For several hundreds of years they had been trained and experimented on, and for the next few hundred that followed, they were forced to fight and kill, sometimes having to kill each other. It was a brutal training process that was closer to torture than it was to training. Alas, that had led to the birth of the greatest force that the Ancients commanded. They had never failed a task