Blackbull Squad Novels & Stories

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.

His shoulders stiffened, and a growl rumbled low in his chest—deep, deadly, and enough to make my wolf freeze. “They’ve found us, we leave. Now,” he barked. Before I could even sass him back with a “Oh sure, let me just pack my toothbrush”, the sound hit me. A faint crunch outside the woodland, a rustle in the treeline. Black Fang scouts. I knew that name. Everyone did. They were the King’s shadow unit—assassins and hunters rolled into one, the kind who didn’t just kill you, they made sure your ghost filed a missing persons report.

My voice was low but steady. Julia’s gaze flicked to Stephen. Of course. Waiting for backup. But Desmond spoke first. “I think she’s old enough to choose for herself. It’s her summer, her training.” “Thanks,” I muttered, grateful. I looked back at Desmond. “Can you walk me through the teams again? I don’t really know how they work.” He nodded. “Sure. We’ve got five main squads: Ironclaws they focus on close combat, raw strength, and endurance.

Practically all the staff who worked in the studio were from there. The Black Fang Pack is one in New York City’s packs, taking over an entire neighborhood and even some surrounding ones. It's extremely difficult to break into, as the Alpha has many contacts with the underworld. “You need to hire your security team soon.” I said seriously. “I'm talking about doing it early tomorrow morning!” Not allowing any space for arguing.

Alpha Connor Finley BlackPaw of the BlackPaw pack is starting to have an increasing problem with rogues. They’ve been testing the security fencing around the pack trying to find their vulnerable spots. BlackPaw increased their patrols and brought all pack members closer to the center of town where they had an underground shelter for emergencies. He needed help so he called a neighboring ally, the Shadow Mountain pack that was located about an hour away. Alpha Kelvin Shadow dispatched two squads of his elite shadow warriors to assist the BlackPaw pack.

The doors simply forced themselves apart with a violent, mechanical groan, the pneumatic seals breaking under the pressure of industrial hydraulic spreaders. Six men stepped out of the black shaft. They moved with terrifying, fluid silence—a ghost squad clad in matte-black tactical gear, suppressed submachine guns raised, their faces obscured by panoramic night-vision optics. They didn't sweep the room like police; they moved like a death squad executing a rehearsed slaughter. Julian’s heart hammered against his ribs. He opened his mouth, a desperate, pathetic plea forming on his lips. "Wait! I’m Julian! I—" The squad leader didn't hesitate. He raised his suppressed rifle, aiming the laser s

“Rest. You’ll need your strength for the Blackmoor board meeting.” I watched the door click shut and immediately moved to my desk. I grabbed my charcoal pencils and my sketching tablet. My mind wasn't on pack wars or mating bonds—it was on the sharp lines of hockey jerseys and the branding of the Blackmoor Wolves. I sketched until my fingers went numb, pouring every ounce of the betrayal I felt into the aggressive, dark designs of the team’s new armor. The portfolio was finished within the week. I sent it to Apex Syndicate, the elite design firm that handled the visual identity of the Mafia-league hockey teams.

They are known as the Crazy Bastard Squad. Panther, the top assassin in Asia, owns that squad. Intel says they have advanced technology and are not working with the Dragon Empire or EPUA. But Klaus wasn't happy with that little information; he wanted to know more about the woman in the squad. "Why are they wearing fancy masks?" "It indicates their names, sire. I heard that they trade their real names for animal names." "Except for the woman in the purple outfit?" he asked, looking at the video again to see how the woman tried to save Victor.

I start walking toward the disturbance while royal guards immediately move around us. Then the announcer’s voice suddenly booms through the speakers overhead. “Traci Silver of the Silver Clan Pack versus Bubba DuPont of the Black River Pack.” I stop walking instantly. Wait. What? I slowly turn toward Zayden. “There’s no damn Black River Pack.” His brows pull together immediately. “Nope.” Nyx instantly snarls. “Fake.” Exactly. Every official pack in the kingdom competed through registered territories. There wasn’t a single Black River Pack listed anywhere in royal records. So who the hell was Bubba DuPont?

There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name. James Bills, Black’s right hand man. There may be little or no POV’s in his name. Marigold Mills, Susan’s best friend/ James’ mate. There will be little or no POV’s in her name. Mariam Parrish, Susan’s mum. There may be little or no POV’s in her name. Jack MooreAsmodius], villain. Little or no POV’s in his name. Solomon Parrish, Susan’s senior brother. No POV’s in his name.