Anbu Black Ops Members Novels & Stories

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

A shadowy figure stood cloaked in black, a maple leaf insignia stitched boldly over the heart—a signature of the infamous Black Maple Organization. "This is the Left Protector, also known as 'Lightning Cutter,' Konrad Abney—one of the Black Maple Organization's two most formidable guardians," Cloud Tiger introduced, stepping aside to reveal the man's identity. With a casual wave and a grin, he continued, "And these four are the esteemed Envoys, second only to the guardians in rank. "Protector Abney's power is unmatched. He's at the peak of Martial Overlord. And the Envoys? Each one is a mid-level Martial Overlord master. Now that's what you call real strength."

Kronos began, but the elderly man snarled at him. "Watch where you're going, you Digamma Half-Breed!" He growled. That insult stung as always. The Abnormal tribes had several ranks for their warriors that provided several differing jobs in Abnormal society. There was Gamma, reserved for those too young, too old or just unable to fight. They usually worked any non-combatant type jobs such as masters at the Schola, shop keepers, blacksmiths, tailors, and healthcare. They were identified by wearing white bandannas.

He muttered a curse, gripping the bamboo bars so tightly his knuckles turned white. “Who are they?” His voice was grim. Lin sighed. “If my assumption is correct, they all belong to Black Sentinel.” Sebastian and Luna raised their eyebrows in confusion. They had clearly not heard about that group before. Lin continued. “Black Sentinel is a rogue faction; an association of mercenaries, ex-soldiers and rebels. They are generally no-good doers and low lives who delude themselves that they are fighting against governmental oppression. Whereas in reality, they are just anarchists who cause pain and suffering to people, all for monetary gains.”

Kate’s POV My fingers were pulling up the encrypted line I used for black ops calls. I didn’t hesitate, not even for a second. I took a walk away from the pool, heading for a quiet spot to make the call. The Delta Rogues were not just a strike team. They were banished soldiers, sniper specialists, ex-pack best who were cast out or dissolved by their areas and pounded themselves into mercenary gun-for-hire. I punched the phone and held on. One ring. Two.

Another leaned back lazily, saying how those over thirty didn’t participate in the tournament. "Hey, don't cause trouble! Even if we join, we can't hide our level from the expert spies of the upper world! They will definitely expel us and forbid us from joining even though we are not yet fifty years old!" The others understood how the rules would work if they joined, according to Du Li and the other rulers. That was why those at the emperor level were now the top fighters or the core of each peak's strength. "Did you get a new mission, brothers?" asked a voice that suddenly sounded from behind them. The group that was about to answer suddenly realized that the voice did not belong to one of

Hellios' POV I was on my way to the training room to meet up with him but a Neo called out to me. Neo's are part of a small group inside the Legion that are called Grays. Grays are those who are a regular member of the Legion, responsible for the papers. Researching, identifying the target, making fake id's and providing informations for the Director and the four sectors. “Manslayer!” Sigaw nito. Nilingon ko ito at hinintay kong makalapit siya sa akin. He was catching his breath when he stopped in front of me.

I move past the commander and face the pack. “Thank you all for joining us. This means the world to us because truth be told, we were afraid to come back. We didn't know how you guys would react. for the fact that we left you but standing here seeing our entire pack joining us is…” I froze while saying this I took a big breath before continuing, “for the Aberrant pack!” I yell out, throwing my hand into the air. “To the Aberrant pack!” the entire pack yells afterward, raising their hands as well.

But before he could, Shim Boon was already up. “You were awake?” Pix asked in shock. “You slapped me quite hard but I just wasn’t in the mood.” He fixed his glasses. “Who are we dealing with here?” He asked as he slowly stood up. “Matthew said that it’s some people called the Black Angels.” Bran’s eyes widened while Shim Boon’s squinted. Pix saw the reaction and made an assumption. “You guys know them too?” Shim Boon’s eyebrows furled. “This is going to be dangerous. I’m not sure if we can make any difference.”

His total shadow army by the time the raid ended was five alpha werewolves, and the top-tier vampires that had numbered over two hundred were now twenty. Even though they were few in number, their combat power had increased many times over from before. Not to forget, Ansel Gaute Kosti, and also Andrew Tomahawk. The two nobles who attacked Damien earlier were also included in Damien's shadow army. Even though the two of them were no longer able to speak in the form of a shadow army like that, their strength was equal to when they were alive before. With Ansel's ability to focus on speed, he can be very useful as a spy and information gatherer.