Black Sword Alliance Novels & Stories

The alliance, though unconventional, proved its mettle on the battlefield, showcasing the potential for unity between species deemed mortal enemies. As the night wore on, the alliance pressed forward, relentless in their pursuit of victory. The moon cast its silver glow upon the battlefield, illuminating a tableau of supernatural conflict. Silas, driven by a sense of duty and an unexpected camaraderie, fought alongside wolves, the air charged with a newfound energy that transcended the animosity of old feuds.

, she said. “That is all you will need, to raise the army against Alaric”, Gaia said. “The packs are already pledged to protect the Royal bloodline”, she told me. “So all we will need to do is call a meeting with the council of elders to summon all the Alphas. Once that is done and they are informed about you and your pup, they will bring their packs together to stand and fight against Alaric and his bloodsuckers”, she said. “But we will need the help of the witches as well”, Nana said.

I was stepping into unfamiliar territory, risking everything for a chance at revenge. A figure emerged from the shadows, a tall and imposing man with a cold gaze. It was Blake, the alpha of the rival pack. His piercing eyes met mine, assessing me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "You're brave—or foolish—to come alone, Ashley," Blake said, his voice carrying a low, rumbling tone. "What brings you here?" "I seek an alliance," I replied, my voice firm and resolute. "I've had a falling out with my alpha, Matt. I want to take him down, and I believe we can achieve that together."

“I don’t understand. You want me to kill all warriors that has a cut on their palm?” “Cuts with black weird writing on it,” I added and pulled the dagger out of the traitor’s neck. My hands roamed around Malfoy’s cold lifeless body and rashly pulled away his sleeves covering the mark on his wrist. “When acting alliance in a vampire territory, a pact is needed. A blood from one’s palms should flow down a bowl sealed by a sorcerer. Then automatically, an ancient writing would appear on their palms as a sign of allegiance and loyalty. In Malfoy’s case, I guess he had pledged something, a reason on siding Pinansey-angan that is still unclear.”

Ice and I share an anxious glance before retracing our steps and sitting back down on the couch. This time, Gray and Bo sit down too. Bo takes a seat on the chair to my right. Gray sits down on the coffee table in front of us. “Like I said, Abraxas cares about blood purity,” He says slowly. “It is possible that he may… Expect certain things in exchange for the wolfsbane we need.” “What do you mean?” Ice asks. “He may want an alliance between our packs,” he explains.

The first scream came from the northern ridge. Then the mountain exploded into war. Thousands of Hollow Ones charged from the forest at once. Their blackened armor reflected the crimson light of the Blood Moon as they moved like a single living shadow. Ancient swords scraped against stone. Corrupted wolves ran beside them, their eyes burning with black fire. For one heartbeat, the Alpha Houses stood frozen. They had come prepared to fight one another. They had come to challenge Lucian. Some had come to claim his throne.

The scout looked up, his lips trembling as he delivered the death warrant of the Moonstone kingdom. “An alliance of five rival packs, Alpha. Led by the Blood-Scourge syndicate. They aren't marching to negotiate or raid. They have raised the black war banners. A force of over ten thousand wolves has already crossed the neutral river line, drawn by the scent of the hybrid's blood.” Jaxon gripped the edge of my bedsheet, his voice dropping into a horrified whisper that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

And Killian, the black furred shadow, his golden eyes locked onto Anna with a relief so profound it hummed through the bond. All four of the new Blackwoods stood together. Two black, two white,the perfect symmetry of a legacy reborn. They threw their heads back in unison. The howl that erupted from them was not four separate sounds, but a singular, mind linked chord of defiance. It echoed off the mountain ridges, a sound that signaled the end of the old world.

All of sudden something about him seemed familiar. Ember. Are you sure we don’t know him? “He seems familiar but I can’t place him.” She told me. “Do I know you?” I asked him. Watching him for any lies. “I can assure you that you don’t know me alpha. My name is Blade. We are simply here to be of service to you.” He told me. “Right.” I said. “This is Sam. Beta to Blacksun pack.” He stepped to the side making way for Sam to walk forward.