Blackbull Squad Novels & Stories

Ryan asked looking at him with the corner of his eye. Dylan laughed, "I was kinda in CTT too...and I've seen your team around once or twice, but we hardly talk much." "Should I be interested in your Squad?" Ryan asked in an uncaring way but Dylan ignored the tone. "Well if you really wanna know I'm in Squad 18," he said lightly. Some girls arrived at the golf course. "Ooh....ladies," Dylan nudged Ryan playfully. Ryan gave him a disgusted look. Luckily these ones didn't spot him on time.

Eilif shook his head and chuckled saying, “No, I didn’t know it was like that and while both smells would be pleasant by themselves, together they would be disgusting.” Alpha Kieran cleared his throat, “Okay I think I have this worked out right. Each squad will have 40 warriors attached to it and after making the lists and making adjustments needed they are as follows. Kendall you will have Luna Fran, Emily, AA, and Delta Gilmore. Isha your squad will have Nikki, Maisey, Gideon and Beta Bill. Frankie you’ll have Mia, Eilif, Marcus and Beni. I will have Tatum, Callum, Gamma Xavier, and Delta female Gilmore.

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

Finn looked toward his Alpha for confirmation. Brodi fought the urge to growl. He didn't recognize their scents so they could only be from the Blackfoot Pack. "Killian! This must be where his pack holed up. I will kill him where he stands if he has anything to do with this." Finn sent two of his patrol around to flank the guards ahead so they could not escape to warn the rest of the Blackfoot Pack. Once they advised him they were in position, Brodi, Finn and two more of his team trotted up the path. The men jumped out of the trees and pointed weapons at them just as they had expected. Brodi's deep, rumbling growl made every hair on the men's bodies stand at attention. Brodi pushed his Alpha

"Jaxon, man. She came out of nowhere. I didn't see her.." Jaxon. Even drunk, the name registered like cold water. Jaxon Blackwood. Hockey captain. Future Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. The name that got whispered like a warning before new students even stepped on campus. I had kissed him. "Oh no," I breathed. Something shifted in his expression. The fury was still there but something else had moved in underneath it. He tilted his head slightly and his nostrils flared, just barely, the way wolves did when a scent caught them off guard.

Montiel offer her a position as the leaders of the Black Coral Squad. The Black Coral squad was a group of people trained to be assassins. They had a lot of tasks to do, but one important one was to infiltrate and extract vital survivors. This squad has been famous in the underground organization. I knew Dominique’s grandfather was one of the head leaders of that group. This group was an extension from the organization I worked.

“Hmm. You are still standing. Alpha Blackwood told us that you would be easy to take care of.” My eyes moved from their bows to the mark on their sleeves. Death Haul. One of the top-rated assassin organizations in the country. And not just one member. Three of them with their arrows trained on me and about twenty other people who could not fight.

“Dain’s desperate, and Holly’s smart. They won’t just run without a safety net, and if they are meeting someone, then information must be out that we are after them and they needed help.” Finn’s earpiece crackled to life, and we all froze. “Sir,” the operative’s voice was strained. “We’ve got movement near the warehouse. Multiple vehicles just arrived.” My jaw tightened. “What kind of vehicles, “Black SUVs. They’re armed. Yes, it's who you're guessing. It’s the Black Bullet Clan.” A chill ran down my spine. “Pull back immediately. Don’t engage until reinforcements arrive.” Those bastards kill on sight; that has been their slogan: "Black bullet: the bullet was for death, not to be missed.

"That's right! Not the vampires, the werewolves, the elves, not even the spirits, are the monsters down here! We are! Tell me again what are we!?" "WE ARE FEAR!" "Now let's remind these so called apex predators what fear is!" "HAOOOO!!!" Alayna's sight cleared out in time to see at least one hundred people in all black plate armor all wearing masks Not like Havoc's but picture one similar to the Anubis statues except growling and baring it's fangs. "This is a new unit of The Black Guard working directly under me. I give you The hounds Of Hell." "Haoo!" The hounds echoed in response to their introduction.

We’re going to go to Denver to join the fight. I assume the older alphas will probably sit this one out, but Gray, Reid, and I are all going, as well as our friends Jax and Theo- the sons of Alpha Damian and Alpha Anders, respectively. The five of us young alphas run the six-pack’s security squad, a group of skilled fighters trained to protect our territory. We’ll be bringing the squad to Denver with us, as long as they’re willing, and hopefully with the combination of our ranks, we’ll be able to take out the shadow pack once and for all.