Blood Angels Captain With Jump Pack Novels & Stories

Now, I felt only hate and anger for her betrayal and the pain she caused Stella. I shifted into my wolf form, standing on two legs, and faced the Night Angel pack. They were a mix of hybrids—rogue witches, rogue vampires, and werewolves. It was a pain in the ass. Every blow I threw was imbued with power, a white gust of magic mixed with air sharp like grass, slicing anyone who stood in my way. The undead pack members wielded dark, eerie blades that attacked my soldiers, killing some on the spot and injuring others. The cries of my soldiers halted me, and I hissed as I saw the attack coming from June. She had shifted into her lycan wolf form, and from her mouth, she unleashed a blast of dark

Their markings are on their right shoulder. 2. The Warrior Captain. Armed with the ability of the Silver Soul and Toxic Soul or—in rare cases—fire soul. Because they had both strong toxic silver, fire souls weren't immune to their attacks. They also had quicker agility and were faster than a fire soul. Their mark is found on either side of their arms. There can only be one Warrior Captain in a pack, and it wasn't hereditary.

'NOOO!!' I had been holding Midnight back, trapped by the Dark Angels' power over us, but the minute I saw him place Dakota into stasis again, I leapt for his throat. There was no way I was going to let him take her again. My movement caused a chain reaction, as I broke free from his hold, my friends did too. When I fastened my teeth into the soft flesh around the Archangel's throat, right beside me, is Bernard, his huge, powerful, clawed paws ripping into his chest.

I forced my boots to move, stepping over the piles of broken glass to follow the line of our warriors. The hallway was a scene of total chaos. The three vampire captains in their long black coats were trying to fight, their elegant steel swords flashing in the dim red emergency light. They were fast, but without their tracking grid and their heavy backup drones, they were completely outnumbered. Magnus slammed the butt of his heavy rifle into the face of the first captain, shattering his fangs into bloody pieces, while two northern scouts tackled the second one into the wall. The third captain looked at the line of sixty howling wolves advancing down the corridor.

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.

The Captain’s face was a mask of stoic, regal duty, though she kept her distance from the bleeding creature on the floor. The Vanguard warriors rushed forward, wrapping heavy iron bands around the beast’s shattered chest and broken arms. "Is it dying?" Zuri asked the hunt leader, a tall woman with a deep scar across her cheek. "The Anvil broke its core, Captain," the hunt leader replied, glancing at Mwajuma with a mixture of terror and absolute respect. "It is bleeding out. It won't last the hour." Zuri’s golden eyes flickered. She looked at the dying creature, and for a fraction of a second, Mwajuma thought she saw a flash of intense, panicked frustration cross the Captain’s face.

Alpha Kingsley POV I raced all the way back to the pack from the woods, pushing Argon to his absolute limit. As soon as I arrived at the East Wing entrance, I couldn’t help but pause. Heavy devastation. Debris everywhere. Dead bodies of pack guards and strangers alike lay scattered across the ground. I looked around at the scene before me. It was exactly as I remembered. The East Wing protective array had been breached by the Evil God followers—a squad of elite warriors known as the Evil God Apostles, just like those who had ambushed me in the woods.

he says, and there is no deception, so I tell him what I am. “I’m part angel and part werewolf. There is a lot about me that we are just beginning to learn.” I start but Alpha Jack interrupts me. “Hold up. Do you mean like an angel from heaven?” I laugh. “Well, I do have wings and can fly, but I've never been to heaven.” His mouth falls open and his eyes dart back and forth between Greg and I. “She’s shitt’n me, right?” Greg shakes his head and says, “Nope. It’s scary as hell to fly with her too.” I scoff at him. “It’s not that bad! You’re just a big baby.”

he said, spreading his wings and flying away. Pissed at Nisemono, Kitto kicked the air, walking over to get the dagger that the stupid guy threw. Once he picked it up, he heard the Angel's voice telling him that he might need it and he scoffed. Of course he will be needing it, to stab that angel when he gets the chance.