Commander Bly Black Series Novels & Stories

Blanche ran her fingers through her hair and sighed which made Aerith stare at her, the captain glance at her wristwatch, to be honest, Blanche did not even arrive late - she's still on time, hence, Aerith just arrived way too early than her. "Oh!" Aerith snap and took a step backward from Blanche. She extends her both hands and creates a hand frame pose, centering Blanche's position. She scoffed out of amazement, perhaps the Captain has some fashion sense. Aerith tilted her head while scrutinizing Blanche's outfit. The Captain's wearing a black fitted v-neck t-shirt tucked in a black techwear jogger and a pair of black Timberland boots. "Wow! I haven't seen you not wearing your military uni

Each blast was a lance of silver fire, cutting through the dark magic like it was nothing. Blood dripped from my nose. My knees buckled. I caught myself on the stone. "Elara!" Ryker was beside me, his hand on my back. "You're pushing too hard." "There's too many," I gasped. "I can't—I can't kill them all." The Commander was watching me. I could feel his empty eyes through the bone mask. Calculating. Waiting. Then he moved. Not at me. At Ryker. The Executioner Commander hit Ryker like a landslide. Ice shattered. Stone cracked. Ryker went down hard, his blade skittering across the stone.

"She is living in hell but she is not broken, Yang" Damon looked out of the window towards the place where she slapped him. "There is a fire in her big eyes... They dazzle, they blaze and I want to test it... I want to snatch that fire from her eyes." He smirked evilly. "She will be my exception, my distraction!"

Third Person POV A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length. He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside. "Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says. The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Weylin said in a strict tone. "I didn't ask for your opinion, Mr Turner," Blake replied in a grim tone, grim enough to let the other know that the person standing in front of him wasn't his father but the leader of The Devils. "This is an order from the Leader of the Devils, not a request from dad of Weylin Turner." He turned his back towards the young master, intending to leave the area. "The leader of The Black Panther dares to deny this order," Weylin stated, voice sounding as cold as ice.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

“Come into the little light that the moon is producing and test that shorty theory for yourself, you coward!” The voice chucked for the umpteenth time, getting on Dario’s nerves. “How is your Lycan- Trent??” Dario’s face looked murderous. “What did you do with my Lycan?!” The person lazily shuffled on his feet, only to rest on the wall again. “Firstly, be polite.” The voice seemed to warn him playfully before continuing to speak but you could tell that under that playful tone was a deeper threat. “Secondly. Unlike most villains, I would tell you my plans and hope for you to counter them someday. That—” The steps seemed to slowly get closer. “—is the true way to fight and win fair and square.

“So you initiate a war then leave us with pressure?” Black Jesus pointed a gun at the Commander. “It seems like we will have a problem here, Commander.” he said, “You work for him. You listen to commands. You don’t question, you just do what he says. And just because you are part of us doesn’t make you an equal.” He looked around, “That goes to all of you. Stick that in your f`cken minds. And if you can`t do it just say it so I can deal with you right now!”

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.