Commander Bly Black Series Novels & Stories

My eyes had started to be droopy and the last thing I know I blacked out. And here I was in a room , with just my inner garments and cuffs around my hands and legs. The room was darks and there was a little light coming through from a little window that was a bit higher at the wall. I sighed heavily as I started thinking of how stupid I was to trust a stranger so easily. The door opened and I saw a male shadow walk towards me. When he became visible, the anger that I had inside me only increased. “You.” I seethed. Claus glanced at me with a mischievous smile edged on his face.

At the same time, a big blood-red cross looking like a mark of Death appeared on the body of the middle-aged man. "What?" The middle-aged man was dumbfounded. His face suddenly changed, and a strong force burst out of his body. As a Demigod, he gave full play to his fighting ability. Terrifying blast waves instantly burst out and blew up the black warship under his feet. "Ah..." "No! Commander..." Hundreds of mercenaries of the Black-blood Dragon Mercenary Troop were caught off guard and instantly engulfed in the waves of tremendous power. They screamed miserably. They didn't expect that they would die in the turbulent blast waves produced by their commander.

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held t

She turned to look at the Lord Commander, taking in his stern features and the way his hand rested casually on the pommel of his sword. There was something about Theron Blackwater that had always unsettled her. Maybe it was the way his dark eyes seemed to see everything, or how he moved like a predator even in casual conversation. He had been Malakar's right hand for as long as anyone could remember, and his loyalty to the king was absolute. That loyalty, Eryndra had learned, could make him dangerous to anyone who might be perceived as a threat to his sovereign. "Is everything ready?" Malakar asked, his tone casual but carrying an undertone that suggested this was far from a simple question.

The scout reeled back—and blew a horn cut short, like a question swallowed. Answers arrived. Standards lifted from the haze at all points of the compass: Dominion black, stitched with the sigil of the heart rendered as an eye. At their center rode a figure in pale ash robes, hood thrown back to reveal hair like frost and eyes like a kindness that remembered knives. Serane. Zevran’s breath left him once, not fear but recognition borne like a debt. He met Kaelira’s gaze. No orders. No foolish promises. The bond steadied, and with it, her.

The book shimmered faintly. He didn’t speak at first, simply gestured toward it as if he wanted me to ask. But before I could utter a word, the door opened behind us. A soldier stepped in, broad-shouldered, with the kind of hardened stare that only came from years of war. His aura told me instantly: he was the commander of Xareth’s army. Xareth’s expression hardened. “Go. I will call you back,” he said curtly. I stood at once and made my exit, making sure my heeled boots struck the floor with loud, deliberate steps. Let him believe I was gone.

By the time the military transport plane landed at the Riverdale Military Airfield, night had long since fallen. Carrying my duffel bag down the airstair, I was hit by a gust of freezing wind, thick with an unfamiliar, damp chill. "Major Tomlinson!" From a distance, an old military officer with graying hair at his temples strode over. The general stars on his epaulets gleamed softly under the lights. He came to a halt right in front of me, raised his hand, and gave me a standard military salute. "I'm Bruno Black, the deputy commander of the Riverdale Military District.

Sethlzaar answered, not taking his eyes of the board. "You could make a move for the black," Bilvion enjoined him. "They seem to be in quite the dilemma, and no one seems to be able to help them." A lie. "I fear I would need more time than you are willing to offer to save them, My lord." Now Sethlzaar turned his attention to the Lord Commander, sparing the young man beside him the barest of attentions. "You summoned me." "Yes," Bilvion said. "Yes, I did. How are your injuries?"

Sinking to the floor, she closed her eyes. The Black Cliff was plunged into the darkness of the night, illuminated by blinding flashes of lightning. The sea and the sky staged an unspoken battle: the opened whirlpool twisted a lone ship in its grip, high waves rolled noisily onto the shore, hit rocks and protruding reefs. The terrified sailors held on to the masts, but the raging elements flooded the deck, flowed down the cut-water onto a mermaid-amulet carved from wood. From the bright flashes, the face of the sea maiden turned into a grinning mask, and the tail was hidden by another wave, wanting to separate the "wooden mermaid" from the hull and pull it into its arms. Black, impenetrable