Vanguard Action Squad Romane & Geschichten

Fire and Frost Jace's POV The war erupted with a terrifying violence that showed The Widow’s meticulous planning. She didn't launch one strike, she launched a dozen. Exploding across the continent, multiple Vanguard facilities were hit simultaneously—shipping yards in Rotterdam, a data center in Frankfurt, and a currency clearing house in Zurich. The scale was designed to overwhelm our capacity to respond. We were bleeding assets and personnel faster than I could track them. The map in the command center, normally a show of Vanguard dominance, was now a horror show of flashing red indicators.

"Marcus! Vance! Get the squad captains! Lock down every unit right now!" Within ten minutes of absolute, bloody chaos, the vanguard captains managed to enforce a brutal order. The loyal warriors formed a tight, overlapping ring of heavy iron shields, trapping twenty individuals in the center of the muddy clearing. Ten vampires with grey, pale skin, six elves with their silver armor stained dark, and four of our own wolf guards.

"That's our cue. Vanguard, mount up. We are not wasting a single second of this window." Elena pushed herself up on shaky arms, accepting the hand Xander offered without comment. Her legs felt like jelly, but she locked her knees and stood. Around them, the chamber erupted into controlled chaos—gear being slung over shoulders, quick checks of comms, the low murmur of orders passing between squads. "Ninety of us," Vance said as he jogged past, clapping Xander on the shoulder. "Forty of my Iron-Ridge scouts, fifty heavies, and Sasha's valley runners bringing up the rear. We'll carve a path."

They only take action once the generals give a direct order. She also mentioned that Vanguard is just one of several special force groups, each with different groups and different missions. "Someday, once you pass the evaluation, a group will recruit you. You won't be able to choose; wherever you are assigned, that's where you'll stay for the rest of your life," Maxine said. While in the gym, I did nothing but run on the treadmill and do jump rope exercises, which made me curious about why she had me focus on those.

And the treason was officially over. Natalia raised the axe high above her head, her bared fangs catching the fading magenta light of the dying fires. "Vanguard!" she commanded, her voice unifying the fractured packs into a single, standing entity. "Drive them back to their trenchers. Leave no steel within our walls." With a unified, guttural roar that shook the very foundations of the high camps, Dmitry, Kael, and the remaining veterans surged forward through the grain-splattered snow, their shields locked once more as they turned the retreat into an execution.

Silas picked up a heavy crimson stone and slammed it down directly onto the border river. "The Vanguard is led by Commander Vane," Silas said, his voice low and dangerous. "He is a ruthless Alpha from the Blood-Crest pack. He doesn't care about the treaty, and he certainly doesn't care about your family. If the Council ordered him to retrieve you by any means necessary, it means they have suspected your true lineage for a long time."

"That was only because I was willing to uplift you. Without my blessing, you are less than stray dogs." "Worthy of me? You?" I stopped in front of them, using the tip of my boot to lift Alexander's chin, staring into his trembling pupils. "Look around you." They strained to move their eyes. To their shock, they realized that the massive plaza was filled with thousands of powerful wolf warriors. And among them, half were members of the Silver Moon Pack! "Beta Mark?" Alexander gasped, seeing his former subordinate standing in the front row, wearing armor made of enchanted ice.

From the fast-ropes descended the Vanguard. At first glance, they looked like human operators. They wore high-performance tactical gear, cameo suits that looked almost identical to the ones my father had made for us. They moved with a synchronized efficiency that made the Bloodhounds look like amateurs. The Vanguard didn't stay human for long. As they hit the pavement, they shifted. They were wolves. But as they engaged the Rejects, their "Specialist" DNA became apparent.

A new plan formed. Velgrave’s loyalist army was on the move — recruiting, kidnapping powered students, and outfitting them with tech to override memory and loyalty. They called themselves the Vanguard Core. And they had one goal: Eliminate the Wolfe Rebellion. “They’ve already taken Sector Seven,” Tobias reported. Elara nodded grimly. “We need to hit their main conversion lab. Fast.” Kai traced the coordinates. “It's heavily guarded.” Carl cracked his knuckles. “Then we go louder than usual.”