Novel & Cerita Commander Bly Black Series

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

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.

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?"

She had been corrupted by evil, and now she could control the very oceans themselves, creating tsunamis and whirlpools at will. Julius, the Third Commander, was an ex-Alpha from the Wolfsbane Clan. He could summon lightning bolts that could split the sky and incinerate anything in their path. Dray, the Fourth Commander, was a shadow hunter from the Shadow Hunter Clan. He could manipulate the shadows to his will, appearing and disappearing without a trace and creating illusions that could deceive even the most perceptive minds.

But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”

"Of course, Mac. Later, we'll deal with the bastard together." Mac nodded once before turning away, while Ethan's eyes darkened with murderous intent. ****😔😔****

They took a walk further on Ryley's announcement. There was a complete different environment, there was a few soldiers from their army standing along with the commander of their army, Brendon. His eyes were staring the two of them only while the team of ten or more soldiers followed his gaze. Their eyes depicted that accidents happen at no one's mercy standing inevitable and heart wrenching. They bowed down seeing Ryley and Zander— their future leaders, courteously. "Where is the hunter, Brendon?" It was something else that Ryley wanted to question but looking at the best team of soldiers of his army he cannot hold himself back from questioning that.

Actually, that chalice was the simpler item that this blond man had seen in his life. However, when he felt the chalice in his calloused hands, he could felt the unlimited vitality emitted for the simple steel chalice. This entire bloodbath only to get this sacred item. In the view of this blonde man, this isn't a sacred item but a totally demonic item, but he looked to his companion that was looking to him as well. The young black woman couldn't hide the look full of hope seeing the chalice in the blonde man's hands. "Aysha, you can save your people now. Take it and go faster before the guardians of the forest came." The blonde man said, throwing the item to the young black elf.

She looked around and activated the mic, “All clear.” “Two agents are on their way,” she heard the boss say. Vicky cleared her throat and opened the door to be welcomed by the sound of the medical devices connected to the patient’s body. She pressed her lips when she saw Black Tiger lying on the bed. His naked torso was covered with scars and bruises. Bandages were around his chest, where he was shot. Vicky felt sad even though she and the mysterious agent have never shared a conversation. Black Tiger is someone calm, almost invisible, but his presence is very strong among them. He doesn’t need words to prove to the agents that he’s the best of all of them.