Élite 4 Romane & Geschichten

He swung his rifle toward the glowing coolant stacks, but before he could pull the trigger, the shadows in the corners of the room detached themselves. Four men, dressed in the charcoal suits of high-end security but moving with a synchronized, uncanny fluidity, stepped into the blue light. Their eyes weren't just reflecting the monitors; they were emitting a faint, rhythmic pulse of light. "The Elite," Genevieve said, her eyes glittering with pride. "The first of the fully integrated. They don't feel pain, Julian. They don't feel doubt. They only feel the Signal." The Kinetic Exorcism The fight was a blur of high-speed violence. Julian was a cyclone, his movements honed by years of survival

The air in the cabin of the private jet was pressurized and sterile, a sharp contrast to the cold, rosemary-scented wind of the Alps they had left behind. Dante sat across from Bella, the hum of the engines vibrating through the soles of his boots. On the table between them lay a tablet displaying the file for Subject 04: a seven-year-old girl named Elodie, currently living in a luxury apartment overlooking the Tuileries Garden.

[ Minions - Elite rank] Level 4 Exp- 5000/8000 HP- ???? CON-???? ATK- 210 STR- 70 DEF-60 DEX-12 Speed- 57 AGI-57 Skills- Web(Elite) Poison bite(Elite) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Darkvision(Elite) Am I seeing these correctly or am I blind?! All of them gained a skill? Just from that? How is this even fair?

"Move along. You’re blocking the path for the VIPs." "This is an outrage!" Julian hissed, his face flushing a deep, angry red. "I am a Tier-1 partner! I demand to see the organizer!" Just then, the heavy oak doors of the ballroom swung open. The chatter inside died down to a dull hum, then a deafening silence. A motorcade was visible through the glass entrance, but these weren't standard limousines. They were the Everett Black-Series—vehicles that weren't sold to the public, only assigned to the Syndicate's inner circle.

Admittedly, it’s helpful having some staff left over to help with the Alpha’s being here. The Alpha’s having been selected by Ren, who he is closest to, include Noah, the Alpha of Harmony, Malik, the Alpha of Love, Kaden, the Alpha of Vengeance, and lastly, Asher, the Alpha of Desire, for no particular reason at all, other than he’s a calm individual compares to the others. “No Chase again?” I ask Ren, leaning against the wall. He shakes his head at me, to which I sigh deeply. I desperately need to speak to him, and I think he knows that.

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

"It just doesn't look like much." Ex-fucking-scuse me. I scoffed. I narrowed my eyes, taking offense instantly. I glanced back at my spaceship, rust along the corners of the bay doors. Dust and dirt caked the various panels. Sure, she needed a little sprucing up, but she was still the sexiest spaceship from here to the Nebula 46 on the edge of the Black. "I'll have you know that Peacemaker is an Elysium-7. Best fucking ship of its class."

Ariel I gaze at the beautiful woman before us. Her eyes are bright green, long brown hair hangs freely down her waist. Her skin is tan and unlike me, she has prominent curves in the right places. She's quite tall, likely 5*7 and she's in a white dress with black heels. A silver necklace dangles on her neck with two matching earrings. She's classy. The woman's eyes glow a bright yellow while she stares at me in disbelief and admiration. "Mother" my beasts whisper at the same time and the woman's eyes starts to water.

But Miguel’s eyes had locked onto nothing specific. A sleek black sedan with tinted windows rolled through the academy gates. It moved slowly, like it had every right to be there. The body shone like obsidian, polished and silent. Its plate number. SZ 125. Xander followed the car’s movement. "Whoa. That’s a 2026 Maybach. Custom model. Look at the grille. Miguel, that's your model too” Miguel’s breath hitched. His cigarette dropped. He followed Xander's gaze.

Shane informed. "Who's attending the dinner?" I asked, hoping my mate couldn't attend. "Everyone of higher rank," he replied. Ruby would definitely be there. Gods, she would hate us more once she realized why Alpha Prius and Alpha Temmus were in our pack. "Security?" "Has been increased. The twenty elites will be in charge of that," Tate answered calmly. The twenty elites are skilled fighters who trained under Archie Rothwell. They are fierce. Tate and Shane had every detail covered, and at that moment, I was glad we chose them for their positions.