Novels by Juju Pen

"Yo, Wolf!""What?" "Think you gotta go talk to Lynx." "Yeah, I know..." Wolf said, as he turned to look at Kyle who was some distance away. The Juggernauts Crew's mission was pretty much a wrap, with Bull assuring the women that they are now safe, and Cat and Snake Eyes cleaning all the bodies and putting them in one place. Kyle was actually also collecting the bodies, but he was removing the ones that were in the back of the truck.. the ones that he killed. "Ehem, Lynx." Wolf carefully approached Kyle, clearing his throat with his hands behind his back as he practically slid toward him, "Are you okay? Must have been a tartarus of a first mission, no?" Everyone was worried about Kyle. How could they not, when they just found him covered in blood just moments ago and surrounded by mangled and dismembered corpses, and even carrying a decapitated head of a young hissyr? "Oh... Yes. I don't really have that much combat experience yet. Kyle, on the other hand, seemed completel

"Remember guys, we have orders to kill them all. No one lives or escapes!" "Roger!" Everyone said unanimously—everyone except for Kyle that is. The hissyrs were not weak at all, perhaps one could even say expertly coordinated, as after Cat stabbed one of them, they all quickly ran to specific spots around their small camp, while those that were far from Wolf started shooting him with their spit. A substance strong enough to crack and slightly cave in solid stone. Cat was able to avoid every spit bullet they shot at him, however, as he disappeared into the ground; his shadow that was left behind, just started crawling across to the other side of the camp. And as soon as all the hissyrs were busy and had all their backs turned, Wolf raised his hand and ordered them to proceed with the attack. As far as their plan goes, that was it. Let Cat completely distract the camp, and when all their backs were turned, they attacked. And surprisingly, out of everyone, Bull—as large as he was

"Move man! Your butt is touching my butt, Bull! Move!" "I am afraid that is not possible, Wolf. As you are already aware of, we have no space anymore." "We will have more space if you just go on a diet! And why are you even sitting beside me!? Go to the back and just let the new guy ride in front." "I am afraid that is also not possible. I'll lose too much energy if I even miss a single meal." "You bastard! You've got like 10 years worth of food in you!" Initially, Kyle was wondering what type of vehicle the Faceless crew had, seeing as they were called a Special Tactical unit by Commander Miranda herself. He was expecting some sort of armored vehicle by how much excitement Cat had, but this was just an old repurposed steel jeep, without even a roof, giving Kyle a clear view of the vast field of copper, with canyons, cliffs, and hills on the close horizon. Once they passed the forest that covered their base, the sudden shift of ecosystem caused Kyle to slightly feel naus

"Did he just??" "..." "He avoided the damn knife, twice! Nobody has avoided the knife twice!" Ominous. Even though the girl's voice was cute and all bubbly, the fact that she was wearing a white weird mask and then running across the dimly lit room and circling the other people that were wearing the same mask was quite.. ominous. But after a few seconds of thinking how weird they were. Kyle stood up straight and once again introduced himself. "Kyle.. Kyle Anders, reporting for duty!" "Whoa! He even saluted too?" The little girl shricked as she pointed at Kyle, "What a freak." "Stop it, Cat. You are making the new boy uncomfortable." And as someone calm finally approached him, Kyle finally realized that their masks were not as plain as he had thought, no. They were carved differently, each perfectly portraying the face of an animal. And the person approaching him currently, had a mask with the face of wolf. "My name is Wolfsbane, but call me Wolf." The man had brown

"You called for me, Ma'am?" "How are you finding your new roommates?" "They.. are very interesting." "They are freakishly weird is what they are, you don't need to be nice. Come on in." "Yes, Ma'am." "Are you not going to ask why I threw you to them instead of with the other recruits?" "No, Ma'am It is not my place to ask questions." "Wow, would you look at that? Just one day with Pervert and Baldie and you're already learning. Let's hope being an obedient soldier is all that you learn from them, Well, take a seat." "Thank you, Ma'am." "What about Tate? That soldier still giving you a hard time?" "..No, Ma 'am." The Defense Corps had two main bases. The secondary base was in the Surface, while the primary one was here in the Defense, where there were tall walls and several buildings where the members lived. How they built the walls and buildings, exactly, was something Kyle deliberated randomly from time to time. Right now, Kyle was in the Command building, once

"What are we looking at Tate? How many died?" "13 confirmed, 5 MIA, Commander Miranda." "They just got here." "Shit..That's the number of the latest batch of recruits with Kyle Anders. Anyone actually from his batch?" "Two of them, Ma'am." Sergeant Andrew Tate was now back in the walled base, along with the new recruits who were currently sprawled down on the ground like lifeless puppets, with only their chests moving heavily as their breaths created an orchestra of gasps. "I'll.. I'll do it, I'll talk to the families." Kyle was also there, seated on the ground with his hair fully covering his face. He was also breathing heavily, but not because he was exhausted, no- he was still thinking of how Miranda just killed the red Orthros he painstakingly tried to keep alive, while killing almost a dozen dogs But the more he thought about it, the more he thought it didn't really matter. How was he going to be able to take care of the dog in the first place while he was in serv