Black Sword Alliance Novels & Stories

Its bullets materialized from his magical energy. “As expected,” Sera responded as she cleaned her blade of blood. It was a beautiful long sword. Its blade was a red color and had grooves. Those grooves were able to extend her reach like a whip's. The hilt and the guard were both trimmed in black. The teams were split into two. The newbie team, dubbed Alpha, finished defeating a group of goblins. They had no issues killing smaller monsters like slimes and rabbit-like enemies. This was the first encounter they had with humanoid enemies. It was normal for newbie hunters to be affected after killing them.

"The high lords of the Northern Assembly do not rule by passion or woodland oaths. They rule by lineage. If you defy the Covenant of House Silverwing, every contract, treaty, and territorial claim the Blackwood Alliance has established will be declared null and void. They will brand your little Queen a usurper and your pack an outlaw mob." "Let them try," I said, stepping up beside Gideon, my voice cold, sharp, and steady. "The Blackwood Alliance was forged in battle, not written in the dusty archives of corrupt nobles. If your High Assembly wants our territory, they can come take it from our blades."

Mollie’s POV "No markings at all," I whispered, pulling my hand back from the dead man's iron plate as if the cold metal burned my fingertips. "Nothing," Brian said, his voice flat and heavy as he pushed himself up from the wet earth, his eyes scanning the dead bodies lying scattered across the muddy clearing. "No crest, no colors, no pack tokens. They bought these blades off a black market smith and scrubbed every piece of iron clean." "Who hires sell-swords to ambush an Alpha on his own border?" I asked, picking up my twin daggers and wiping the fresh blood against my dark woolen trousers before sheathing them at my belt.

"Understanding. Alliance. We women have to stick—" The woods exploded into chaos before she could finish. Rogues burst from the trees—feral eyes glowing, muzzles foaming with bloodlust, silver weapons flashing under the moon. Dozens of them, mangy and scarred, hired killers from the borderlands. They weren't here for parley; they were here for slaughter.

"Your ancestors said the same thing." "And they lost." Lynnek's expression hardened. "Maybe they lost because they fought you alone." She gestured toward the army. "I'm not alone." Miguel stepped beside her. "Neither am I." Cassian raised his sword. "Shadow Guard!" The warriors responded with a thunderous roar. Kael lifted his weapons. "Blackstone!" Another roar followed. Then the allied packs joined. Thousands of voices echoed through the mountains. Noctis looked across the army.

"You don't know who you're crossin', boy! Lord Silas will have your head on a pike for this! ​Leo stepped forward, resting the tip of The Moonlit Edge against the cobblestones, his tall frame blocking the sunlight from the alley mouth. ​Tell Silas Vane, Leo growled, his low baritone vibrating with a terrifying, heavy Alpha aura that made the captain’s knees knock together, that if he wants a head, he can come to the Grand Convergence and try to take mine himself." ​Captain Vane and two Blackwood riders suddenly appeared at the alley entrance, their swords drawn and ready. The mercenary captain took one look at the incoming Northern reinforcements, dropped his sword in terror, and fled down t

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.

But these weren't rogues - they were pack warriors from multiple different packs. Beth looked out the window with tears of joy. "It's the Alliance! The packs have finally united against Samuel!" Jake pointed to a group of werewolves near the edge of the forest. "Those are warriors from my pack! Some of them survived!" Austin felt hope rising in his chest. "Sarah must have been secretly organizing the packs to fight against Samuel." But Samuel didn't look worried. Instead, he pulled out a strange black stone that pulsed with dark energy. "Sarah!" Samuel called out. "Do you recognize this?"

“It was all very rushed and kept hushed from me. Like you said, they hate me here.” Inga waved off the question, forgetting her hands were tied and managed to slap her knuckles together. A huffed chuckled drew her attention and she grinned at the small turn of Connor’s lips. He held up his knife and without hesitation she bared her wrists to him, giving him the space to cut her free. Though Lewis spoke up in protest, Connor silenced him with a look. “So, Grey Stone are playing Silver Night and Red Dawn off each other, to get themselves the better alliance deal. We could work with that.” He mused.

She drew strength from the unity forged among her allies, their shared purpose serving as a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. The confrontation was swift and fierce. The clash between Sarah's group and their adversaries was an explosive symphony of skill and determination. Blades flashed, gunfire erupted, and the sound of fists meeting flesh reverberated through the night. It was a battle not just for survival, but for the redemption they sought to achieve.