Blackstar Warriors Novels & Stories

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

“To surviving corporate warfare. To fierce women. To love winning over bullshit.” We drink from the bottle. Standing outside Blackwood Technologies. Victorious. Exhausted. Alive. And together. Always together.

The walls were called the boarders and had stood there ever since. One of the Earth Tribers went to him. Daerason told him ,"Im not here sight seeing. Take me to your Leader, Rickard Hyde" "At once" the Triber said leading them. The Earth Tribe warriors were all broad in chest and had thick musular arms. They worse green armour different from the Dornish knight gear. It was mosly leather instead of metal. The city was as peaceful as its reputation. All Daerason could see were happy children running around playing with wooden swords. He saw men skinning a bull that looked like a minotaur, laughing and drinking beer.

One of the vampires shrieked, and Black ran towards them with angry eyes and slashed at him, wanting to separate his head from his body if it wasn't for his treachery from behind. Aaron turned with him to support him, as the Alpha could not fight them alone. That is impossible! Zayn backed away and howled so loudly that the vampire retreated backwards with great fear. This howling is a call to the rest of his flock!!! One of them turned with wide eyes when he saw a large horde of wolves running in the distance headed by his Jack betta wolf and his father Stephen Black immediately transformed and wore what one of his wolves threw his teeth at him carelessly and hurriedly while his wolves foug

It keeps me from looking at the horizon and wondering where he is. “They’re here,” Marcus murmurs beside me, sounding nervous. He has every right to be. The Blackthorn cavalcade enters the courtyard with the subtle presence of a thunderhead. They don’t march, they prowl. There are twenty of them, moving with the synchronized, silent tread of apex predators. Blackthorn warriors are not like ours. They don’t wear polished steel and crests. They wear matte black armor, scarred leather, and expressions that promise violence at the slightest provocation.

a stern voice roared near the western gates. A line of heavy armored trucks, all bearing the obsidian crest of the Blackmoor pack, tore through the iron gates. A dozen high-ranking warriors jumped out, shifting halfway into their beast forms to push back the trembling lower-ranking wolves. Kairo Vale leaped from the lead vehicle, holding the door open with total submission. Gali Blackmoor stepped into the pale light. His heavy leather boots crushed the loose gravel, and his thick winter furs draped over broad, scarred shoulders that leaked pure, terrifying dominance.

A Crescent warrior shoved a Black Hollow male with his shoulder. “You think we forgot what your pack did to us?” The Black Hollow warrior growled instantly. “Say another word.” More wolves stepped forward and Kael moved fast and grabbed his warrior by the arm. “Stand down.” Darius stepped in front of his own men. “Nobody moves.” Nobody listened, another shove, another growl and then suddenly fists flew and everything exploded at once. Warriors crashed into each other, someone hit the ground hard, another wolf shifted halfway, claws tearing through his fingers.

“Fuck. I could have sworn they would have known who we were. We fucking introduced themselves.” They both slammed hundred dollar bills on the table. Bryan added another and Auri came over from the kitchen where she was standing and gathered the money, shoving it in her pocket. I looked at them, confused. “Goddess, he really doesn’t know.” Lucy shook her head and left my side. “No wonder they have been treating us like shit.” “Shall we reintroduce ourselves then?” Hector smiled, leaning against the table. “We’ll start.” One of the head warriors smiled. “I’m AJ, Jax is my older brother. We are known more in the mercenary community as The Bloodblades.”

“Nightmares: a level of power long forgotten because of the rarity of people with this level of power. But that was what the Black Dragon was. And like other Mystic Path Users at the Nightmare level, he had his own title: the Black Warrior. Because Mystic Path Users were fundamentally different from New Types, they didn’t earn titles based on ordinary animal forms because their power was beyond that. They could summon flames and ice and could manipulate the elements based on their affinities. And the Black Warrior was no different. Legend says that he had the ability to manipulate darkness, and his power was called the Darkness Set. The Darkness Set was a set of armor that Black Warrior coul

Assessing and calculating. Dangerous. Beside him emerged Damon, Silas and Kieran with the rest of their squads moving behind them. Black tactical uniforms. Silver weapons. Specialized wolves trained for rogue containment and border warfare. Not pack soldiers. Hunters. Blackridge warriors shifted uneasily watching them cross the courtyard. Fair. My brothers had always carried the kind of calm violence that made sensible people nervous. Rowan looked up toward the balcony. Found me instantly. Then relaxed slightly. Only slightly. “That one’s definitely the scary brother,” Mara muttered quietly.