Blackbull Squad Novels & Stories

“Yeah! She’s gonna be great. Her only condition was that she train with the rest of the squad, too… I think she’s more interested in honing her fighting skills than working with IT, honestly.” “Actually, that’d work out,” Gray interjects, taking a swig of his beer. “We’re starting a reserve squad to expand our ranks, so we’re going to be doing more training over the next month or so.” The guys and I decided on this at our weekly meeting- to call in the recruits that were cut over the past few years to give them another shot at the squad, if they want it. After training, they won’t live at the complex like the regular squad members, but they’ll be trained and available to fight if they need t

Alpha Drake continued, "Our initial focus will be on the packs within the Calabar wolf territory, excluding Emerald pack which is already compromised. Blue Moon, and Shadow Pack, that is our own pack and as you know Blue Moon pack is here with us and has not yet been compromised, and we need to ensure they stay that way. If you encounter any pack that seems unaffected, discreetly inform their alpha so they can take necessary precautions." As the meeting concluded, the squad members dispersed, each filled with a sense of duty and responsibility. They had been entrusted with a vital role in safeguarding their packs from an insidious threat. As they prepared to embark on their journey, they cou

“The squad?” “The security squad,” Quinn interrupts, shooting Fallon a look before returning her gaze to me, softening her expression. “It’s our security team for the whole six-pack territory, both fighters and IT. Me and Brooke do IT, these two fight.” She gestures to Fallon and Astrid. “Well, I do both, technically. Our mates all run the squad, so if you’re into it, I’m sure there’d be a place for you.” “Oh, yeah,” I breathe. “I’ve had warrior training. My whole pack did, actually.”

They had no idea the facility even existed or that the wolves taken from their packs were brought there and turned into Deads against their will. “So how do we fucking go about this?” Alpha Armstrong decides to ask first. “The Death Squad has over 50 wolves at Beast’s disposal. Most of them are on their way here, apart from the 38 that are already here.” “I can add another 30.” One of the Alphas, I think his name is Blaine, adds. “I can lend you 30.” “20.” “40.” “30, maybe 40 at most.” The others also decide to lend their warriors, giving us as much help as they can.

’ Vuk pressed, tone clipped. “You want to discuss that here?” ‘Yes. Either that or you’re going to show her how hard she makes you.’ I glanced down at the problem pressing against my zipper. “There’s no response from the Arabs,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my mind somewhere else. “And no black wolf sightings.” Black Wolves were extinct for a reason. They were fucking brutal—beasts bred from the demon wolf line. Whoever wanted one either planned to use them as mercenaries or to bleed them dry for their power.

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.”

I whisper, but the way her eyes flicker tells me everything. Casen shrugs, running a hand through his hair. “Dead serious. And not just us. The Icewolves—our whole hockey team? They’re part of Blackpine Pack. The cheer squad? At least ninety percent of them are wolves too. It’s all around you, Calla. Has been for a long time.” The words slam into me like bricks. I look between the three of them, searching for some kind of punchline, some grin that says I’ve just been the victim of a really dumb prank. But there’s nothing. Just silence and guilt and Ronan’s steady eyes locked on me.

Dark blood spread slowly across the ice beneath his body. My body moved before my brain fully caught up. I crossed the distance in seconds and dropped beside him. Reece Holloway. Rival team. The same guy who had spent the last three weeks making it known he intended to challenge my captaincy during selection review. “Reece.” No response. I checked his pulse immediately. Weak. Too weak. His breathing came shallow and uneven while blood soaked through the side of his hoodie. “Shit.” I pulled my phone from my pocket and pressed pressure against the wound with my free hand.

Fennigan’s fierce Alpha instincts instantly spiked, flooding his veins with ice water, because the scene unfolding in front of him made absolutely no tactical sense. They weren't fanned out in their usual, flawless defensive formations. They weren't crouched low behind the tree line, using the cover of darkness and the scarred earth to mask their presence. They didn't even have their weapons drawn and leveled at a designated target. Instead, the entire elite stealth team—the absolute deadliest, most highly disciplined and ruthless warriors in the Blackwood pack—were standing completely exposed in a staggered line along the jagged edge of the newly formed ridgeline.

It’s killing me inside because we’ve never been like this before. Jasper and I have always been a team. We do everything together, we support each other, we have each other’s backs no matter what. I walk over to get my equipment from the storage area, trying to act normal even though I can feel Jasper’s angry eyes following me around. The other team members start arriving one by one, and soon we have enough people for a proper scrimmage. Coach calls us all over to divide us into teams for practice. “Alright, guys, let’s split up. Xavier and Jasper, you two are in the same team.”