SEAL Team 666: A Novelby Weston Ochse
WINNER OF THE "FICTION - ADVENTURE OR DRAMA" AWARD FROM THE NEW MEXICO-ARIZONA BOOK AWARDS
Weston Ochse's SEAL Team 666 follows Cadet Jack Walker. Halfway through SEAL training, he's still green but showing incredible promise when he's whisked away to join four SEALs—and their dog—for a special ops mission. Walker soon finds himself in a/i>
WINNER OF THE "FICTION - ADVENTURE OR DRAMA" AWARD FROM THE NEW MEXICO-ARIZONA BOOK AWARDS
Weston Ochse's SEAL Team 666 follows Cadet Jack Walker. Halfway through SEAL training, he's still green but showing incredible promise when he's whisked away to join four SEALs—and their dog—for a special ops mission. Walker soon finds himself in a whirlwind of otherworldly creatures and events as he finds out the true nature of this "special ops" team: SEAL Team 666. Battling demons, possessed humans, mass-murdering cults, and evil in its most dark and primeval form, SEAL Team 666 has their work cut out for them. And it's not long before they realize that the threat isn't just directed against the U.S.—an ancient and deadly cult has bigger plans, and Walker is at the center of a supernatural conflict with the entire world at stake.
“SEAL Team 6, the real-life elite team that killed Osama bin Laden, has never seen the kinds of things that confront its fictional counterpart.” Kirkus Reviews
“A fan of Tom Clancy-ish military thrillers would be as engrossed in this book as a fan of Jim Butcher's novels about Harry Dresden.” CriminalElement.com
“Even the supernatural has its own division of terrorist. Thank goodness we have our defenders - SEAL Team 666.” Joe R. Lansdale
“Weston Ochse has always been a wised-up, clued-in, completely trustworthy writer of high-action fiction that deserved a wider audience, and SEAL Team 666 is his breakthrough book. Here, every story-line is as taut as a gunfighter's nerves, and individual scenes pop like firecrackers. I raced through this novel and when it ended, I wanted more.” Peter Straub, New York Times bestselling author of In the Night Room
“SEAL Team 666 is like X-Files and Torchwood written by Tom Clancy: ingenious, creepy, and entertaining.” Kevin J. Anderson, #1 international bestselling author of Death Warmed Over
“A wild blend of nail-biting thriller action and out-of-the shadows horror. This is the supernatural thriller at its most dynamic. Perfect!” Jonathan Maberry, NY Times bestselling author of Dead of Night and The King of Plagues
“What we have here is a massively exciting and fast paced story that really flies along at a cracking pace. In fact, I would even say it doesn't even give the reader a chance to breathe, instead it makes them turn page after page to see what is going to happen next.” Curiosity of a Social Misfit
“An action packed and well written first story in what I see becoming a great and popular series; which has a strong lead in the form of Jack Walker. Seal Team 666 has enough military jargon and weaponry to keep military lovers happy and enough horrible creatures and gruesome deaths to keep fans of the supernatural happy. Plus, I'm really excited to see which new creatures Ochse throws our heroes way in the next books.” Nerd Like You
“All in all what you have here is a multi-genre horror/military fiction with very likable characters, a strong mythology, and a giant pile of source material for further stories. That I would definitely read.” Following The Nerd
“The action is heavy and the violence extreme as the team battles monsters and man yet Weston Ochse is a strong enough author that he does not have to rely on gore to keep the reader's attention. His military background shows as well as the way his characters act in combat is very believable.” The Examiner (UK)
“SEAL Team 666 affords the same pleasures as Jonathan Maberry's Joe Ledger series or Christopher Farnsworth's Blood Oath and its sequels: namely seeing supernatural beasties receive a good old military-grade beating…. Ochse's army background lends authenticity to this snappy, fast-paced thriller.” Financial Times of London (UK)
“Weston Ochse is to horror what Bradbury is to science fiction -- an artist whose craft, stories and voice are so distinct and mesmerizing that you can't help but be enthralled.” Dani Kollin, Prometheus Award-winning author of The Unincorporated Man
“Make way for a new powerhouse on the block. Hard work and formidable skills have already shot-gunned Ochse to the front of the genre's exciting new pack of writers. With creative brawn, brains, and balls, the guy's locked, loaded, and switched to full-auto, blazing away with his unique and original brand of modern horror, one of the few new writers, I'd say, who will help re-define the field for the future.” Master of Dark Fiction Edward Lee on Weston Ochse
“Weston Ochse is a mercurial writer, one of those depressingly talented people who are good at whatever they turn their hand to.” Conrad Williams, August Derleth and International Horror Guild Award Winner
“Weston is one of the best authors of our generation.” Brian Keene, Bram Stoker Award-winning author The Rising
“Weston Ochse is perhaps the fiercest and most direct of the latest generation of dark fiction writers. I watched awestruck year by year as the bright candle of his talent grew into a roaring bonfire of brutally honest output, matched only by his deep empathy for the human condition.” Rocky Wood, author of Stephen King: A Literary Companion
“Horror fans will be drawn in by Ochse's cool, collected writing style and then blown away when he peels back reality's skin to uncover the supernatural terrors lurking just beneath the surface.” Publishers Weekly
Read an Excerpt
KADWAN. SIX MONTHS EARLIER.
The evisceration of the woman was majestic to behold. He’d delighted in her screams, relished the way her mouth opened so wide that it could have eaten the world. Her pathetic gestures as she begged for her life had almost spoiled it. Not that it had evinced any empathy on his part, but it had marred his journey to the spiritual plateau he’d been striving to reach in order to prepare himself for the transformation.
It was at once funny and sad that he’d been living such a life of somnambulant grace, pitifully ignorant of the creatures and beings that coexisted in their shared universe, kept at bay only by a paper-thin film of civilization and ignorance. If he’d only known sooner, maybe he wouldn’t have wasted half his life pretending to be someone who cared about his fellow man.
CORONADO ISLAND. MORNING.
Petty Officer First Class Jack Walker felt like the crap had just been beaten out of him. Then again, he’d felt like that for the last twenty-one weeks. Since the first moment of Indoc, when Instructor Alberto Reno had slammed the door and commanded them to their feet, through the ten thousand push-ups, the twenty thousand flutter kicks, the one hundred and twenty continuous hours of training in Hell Week with only four hours of sleep each night, to the bone-numbing cold of Coronado Bay, his body had been beaten, cracked, and remolded. The pain was there when he got up in the morning. It was there when he drank his coffee. It was there when he went to bed at night. Walker pretended not to notice it, but the pain was persistent.
Which was what it was doing now—being persistent.
Instructor Kenny ran up to him. “What is it, Walker?”
“Nothing, Instructor Kenny. It’s just pain leaving the body.”
“If you’re going to scream, then do it standing up. Get on your feet, Walker.”
Walker crawled out of the sand and onto his feet. He’d just completed the final timed four-mile run. He and the other members of SEAL Class 290 had come in under twenty-nine minutes, and for the first time, they’d all made it. Part of it was that those who couldn’t make it mentally and/or physically through the training had either been rolled back or had rung the bell—Dropped on Request, or DOR. Another part was that they were working together as a team. Several of his mates had seen the way he was pulling up and had helped him as the shin splints soared with the pain of running seven-minute miles. And then there was the fact that the end was in sight. He had four weeks before he could finally graduate. One week more of training, then off to San Clemente Island for the final live-fire exercise.
Instructor Howard ran up and got in his face.
“How’d you make it this far, Walker? Did you have sex with the president or did we collectively just forget what it takes to be a SEAL?”
“I didn’t have sex with the president, sir.”
“Why not? Isn’t he handsome enough for you?”
“No, sir. I mean yes, sir.”
“Make up your mind, SEAL.”
“So answer my question, Walker. Do you know what it takes to be a SEAL?”
“Yes, sir!” The pain laced up and down his legs, digging through his shin and scoring the bone from beneath. He’d lived with it for weeks now and would live with it for four more.
“I don’t think you know. I don’t think you know anything. I think your body is ready to give up, isn’t it Walker?”
“No, sir. This SEAL candidate is fit and fine!”
Instructor Howard leaned in and whispered violently. “What do you think I’m going to say next, Walker?”
Walker paused, then in a voice that was eerily calm said, “You’re going to say Hooya, sir, because this candidate is going to be a damn good SEAL.”
Howard hid the smirk that flashed across his face. “I don’t think that was what I was going to say.”
Instead of continuing the conversation, Walker hit the sand and pushed out twenty fast push-ups. When he completed them, he popped back up and said, “Petty Officer First Class Walker requests permission to rejoin the class!”
Walker eyed the others, who were already forming on Stumpy, the seventy-pound log with four handles that had become their classmate, never to be forgotten, never to be left behind. Despite the pain, despite the agony, he wanted nothing more than to stay with his class and put his arms around his best friend, Stumpy.
“Permission granted,” Instructor Howard barked.
Walker ran over to the others, happy to be out from under the watch of the instructors.
“Take ten,” Kenny called as he turned to Instructor Howard. Three visitors were walking down the beach toward them, including a tall red-haired woman, impeccably dressed in a gray business suit.
“How are the legs?” Meyers asked, kneeling and unlacing his own boots so he could adjust his socks.
Walker knelt to do the same. “Hurts like a big dog.”
“You gonna make it?”
“Is the pope Catholic?”
“Try and stretch the Achilles tendon more and it’ll give you some relief at least.”
Walker nodded at Meyers, who was a Navy corpsman by trade. If anyone knew how to get more from the body, it was him.
With his shoes retied, Walker stood and stretched, grabbing the bottoms of his boots with his hands and planting his face on his knees. While he was there, he took a moment to pray. He only had four more weeks. If they’d leave him alone, he could do them on his head.
If they left him alone, that is.
Copyright © 2012 by Weston Ochse
Meet the Author
WESTON OCHSE has won the Bram Stoker Award for First Novel and been nominated for a Pushcart Prize for short fiction. He is a retired U.S. Army intelligence officer and is currently an intelligence officer for the Defense Intelligence Agency.
WESTON OCHSE (pronounced ‘oaks’) has won the Bram Stoker Award and been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. In addition to his previous SEAL Team 666 novels, his work has appeared in comic books and magazines such as Cemetery Dance and Soldier of Fortune. He is a retired U.S. Army intelligence officer and current intelligence officer for the Defense Intelligence Agency. He lives in Arizona within shouting distance of the International Border.
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REVIEWED: SEAL Team 666 WRITTEN BY: Weston Ochse PUBLISHED: November, 2012 This is the second full-length Ochse novel I’ve read (after SCARECROW GODS) and thus also the second full-length Ochse novel that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed. Each book is written in a distinctive voice, but SEAL TEAM 666 may be the more appealing to me only because of the subject matter: American SEAL Team special operations that fight against the country’s “Supernatural Enemies.” That’s right... good ol’ American weaponry, firepower, and kickass attitude against demons, monsters, golems, otherworldly possession, and a whole slew of further inhuman forces. The book is fast-paced, gripping, and filled with action as well as a full range of emotions from empathetic sorrow to rapid-fire joking. Great book to escape into for a wild adventure. Five out of Five stars
Really enjoyed this book. Was recommended to me by another great writer. Love the action and the lore Weston creates around a Seal Team protecting not only the USA,but also the world from supernatural threats. Kinda like the show Supernatural on steroids. If ya don't pick this up you are missing out.
Points to the author for creativity, but he works too hard at trying to get everything into the book that might appeal to adolescent readers. Including the faithful dog. Recommend this for young readers who might be into alternate reality sorts of video games and such.
I like it!!!! Keep going!!!!