Blackbeard Operating Novels & Stories

"We don't need to match Kenji's cash upfront if we offer to absorb Thorne's tax liabilities. It makes our bid cleaner." Lina grinned, grabbing her clutch. "Kenji's running out of time. Let's go push him over the edge." Freezing rain drizzled onto the hotel parking deck. Hugo leaned against the hood of the armored SUV, tailored suit tight against his broad shoulders, radio pressed to his jaw. "Talk to me," Hugo muttered. "Two black vans just pulled onto level three," a scout's voice crackled. "Vanguard operators. Eight guys, body armor under their coats. They're waiting on Kenji."

We’d been at it for hours, hashing out Daiki—his wounds, his fight, his survival. “He’s tougher than we thought,” I said, my voice low, my gaze flicking to Damien, catching the shadow of relief in his nod. “Saw him today—Blackbeard’s got him patched up good. Breathing steady, talking shit like always.” Damien smirked, faint, his hand scrubbing his jaw, stubble rasping under his fingers. “Yeah—Fenri’s mercy, that bastard’s still kicking. Took three of Alaric’s goons down before they got him. Doc says he’ll pull through.”

Soon, Theo and I arrived at Blackrock Mine. This place was an illegal human coal operation. For 50 miles in every direction, everything was covered in black soot. Out here, the only things that mattered were violence and money. The people working here were either wanted criminals or desperate men with nowhere else to go. The foreman, James Gadberry, was a bald man with a face full of scars. He was already waiting at the entrance. When he saw Theo, he bowed and scraped as he hurried over.

The evil spirits were swirling on the scene of the death, the crows with their black fluff and beak dripping with fresh blood quacked, filling up at the feast of blood and corpses. Not far from there, a corpse pile of mighty warriors of the race of giants, there was a tall and imposing man with a beautiful and cruel face, that until the gods of this world were afraid. He was using a heavy and long sword. His beautiful blond hair was stained by blood, and his blue eyes looked scarier than the scene in front of him.

The subterranean silence of the Nest was punctuated by the rhythmic, low-frequency hum of the servers. Julian leaned over the console, his sapphire eyes tracing the glowing vectors of the harbor’s security grid. The port of Blackwood wasn't just a collection of shipping containers and cranes; it was a sprawling, automated labyrinth of sensors, facial recognition cameras, and automated defensive turrets that acted as the primary gateway for the Vanguard’s illicit high-tech imports.

I suppressed a smile. "Alpha, this creature in the camp that Alpha Bertulf mentioned appeared corrupted and mind controlled. Blackbeard said he has a contraption around his neck and his eyes are pure black " Ashen continued. "How many?" I asked. "Just one … but they have a flying balloon. Blackbeard was able to hear heartbeats even though they used magic to block his vision. We suspect they may have more tricks up their sleeves," Anton said. I nodded. I doubted the creature in question was one of my kind. Unless there was something sinister at play and the gods had done some shit to get at me again. Or perhaps made another creature that backfired. I was really going to treat this fucking w

Jasper could *not* be allowed to reveal anything. After Phantom departed, Black Shark stood and signaled his men. “Prepare my aircraft. I have a deal to negotiate.” Before leaving, he handed control of Black Wolf Fortress over to his second-in-command—his younger brother, Van. That night, while Van and his top commanders drank themselves into a stupor, believing their fortress to be impenetrable, death was already closing in. The sea was restless, waves crashing violently under a sky thick with rolling storm clouds. Lightning cracked through the heavens.

“Zara, this is Blackthorn. Everyone knows everything.” That wasn’t comforting. “At least tell me where you’re going,” she added. I hesitated. Then... “The Forbidden Club.” Silence. The kind that made my stomach tighten. Avery’s expression changed completely. “Wait,” she said slowly. “You’re serious?” “Why?” I asked. “What is it?” She stared at me for a second longer. Then laughed. “You have no idea what you just got yourself into.” My chest tightened. “Then tell me.”

“I’d like to announce that our greatest competitor in the business has been arrested.” His hazel eyes shift to mine, “Azure Blackwood is being charged with thirteen counts of murder after a failed mission overseas revealed that his product was misrepresented and unsafe for military use.”

But I couldn’t make my feet move. A black rose was pinned to the pocket of his shirt. “JDT?” he asked, with a twisted grin and a look that said he knew exactly who I was. “Surprised to see me, princess?" "What the fucking hell brings you here, Tomas? How did you manage to leave Russia?" He chuckled. "Same way you did. On a plane." He gestured towards the booth. I took a step back. "Don't make a scene." "And what's to stop me?" I retorted, folding my arms defensively over my chest.