Blue Bloods: Jack Boyle Dead Novels & Stories

He leapt from the car, extinguisher in hand—but it was already too late. He radioed in, voice flat. “Police. Now. We need a cleanup team.” Hours later, yellow tape crisscrossed the lot. Drones buzzed overhead. CSI teams worked under floodlights, cataloguing blood trails, bullet casings, and ash. Six body bags lined the pavement like broken promises. Jack stood in the center, surrounded by death. His team—his family—gone. He stared at the bodies, eyes cold and hollow. “What the hell am I going to do?”

Katherine replied and came to a stop in front of Jacky, looking down at him with disgust. "Help," Jacky muttered, and reached for Katherine's legs. At the time, suddenly Katherine snatched the gun from Zac's hand, and shot Jacky on his hand, not once, but twice as she watched his breath waning and the dust flew up a little before settling to the ground. Jacky died. The Gun from Katherine's hand dropped as her body swayed. Zac hurriedly pulled her to his arms and hugged her tight as he whispered. "Everything is over, don't worry. Let's go home."

"But don't worry. You'll go down in history quite well." I blinked through the blood in my eyes as he smirked. "The Luna who came back to defend her home pack... and died giving the King of Rogues the fight of his life." His smile deepened. "Stupid... but more brave and honorable than a lot of men. Especially the alpha of BlueMont." I coughed—hard. Pain ripped through my chest as more blood came up, staining my teeth. "Oh, that doesn't look good," Jack clicked his tongue mockingly. "Since I've come to respect you, I'll give you a more painless death."

Jack groaned as he raised her head to look at him. "I have always been yours, Kyra. And I will always be." He promised. As Kyra stared at his eyes, she didn't see any lies in them but she was still not convinced. "Ariel might have been murdered." Jack mumbled and Kyra's jaw dropped. "Murdered?" She repeated in shock but the expression on Jack's face said he wasn't joking.

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

Why the fuck is he insisting that I killed Blue? "In case you didn't read the news, Mr. Blue died of cardiac arrest," I reply to Zuck nonchalantly. "I don't think it's just a coincidence that you happened to be stalking Blue, at the liquor counter, at the fashion show and now he's dead, the same day you left here at home so early in the fucking morning," Zuck said and suddenly he pulled my shoulder to face him and I could not help but get even angrier at what he did.

said Jack. Jack never disappoints me, he is clever when he wants to, but in most of the times, he is stupid. He always gets us in trouble, but we are a pack, we’re supposed to deal with anything together. His brown hair and yellow eyes were always subject to admiration. The black blood, I’ve seen it before. It was at my mother’s death. When she died, she had normal blood, but when an hour passed, her blood started to turn black. I always wondered why, but I still couldn’t find an answer. I thought that it was the work of the disease.

He had been cross examined over and again by the police that morning, and he was irritated to death. "Mr. Sheriff, I've let you know all that I know. On the off chance that there's anything you don't have the foggiest idea, simply ask him. He's additionally a safety officer here. My better half is searching for me. Sorry. Excuse me." His associate strolled directly to Jack and pulled him aside. "Bowen is dead. It's that Philemon Bowen. Did you know he kicked the bucket the previous evening?" "I watched the live transmission the previous evening. It was truly invigorating," Jack answered.

She went to broadcast the news that two medicals were seen in a bloody scene. Questions were thrown at Diane. She remained mute and confused over the body, moaning and crying over Susan. Soon the quiet ceased when the director came. Dr. Edward looked at the dead body and the one standing over it and motioned to Alpha James to come in too. They watched silently for a while before Jack stepped foward when no one would. Diane was shaking. She was tired of crying and the fear that gripped her could be smelled in the air. “What happened here?” Jack finally asked.

. "You have nothing to fear." Jack shook his head, unconvinced. "I'm sure Bianca must have thought so too. She must not have known that he could kill her until she felt the dagger slit her throat." Jack muttered, swallowing saliva. Belle leaned in, her eyes full of concern. "Bianca is so stupid. How can anyone dare a murderer?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But she might not have known he was one." He argued. "Enlighten me, how did it happen? He seemed to have got her easier than I thought." Belle asked, resting her hands on her chin. Jack took a deep breath, summoning the courage to share it. He spoke hesitantly, tears welling up in his eyes as he recounted the painfu