Commander Bly Black Series Novels & Stories

“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.

The dark hair, the hair on his face doing absolutely nothing to hide the strength of his jaw or how full his lips were. When I had first met Colton, he had been gorgeous. But gorgeous didn’t even cover him now. And the darkness in his eyes only added to it. “Yeah I know your mum kid, she’s like royalty around here. Everyone knows of her. Your grandad used to be president of the Black Aces.” He patted his chest, and my eyes skimmed over the badges here. Sergeant at Arms. Interesting but not entirely surprising.

They had never expected the Ironclaw Vanguard and the Black Fang Unit—forces permanently stationed deep in the South Dominion—to arrive as well. Seth Hemsley, commander of the Black Fang Unit, smiled casually. "How could we not come once we heard about Father's condition?" "Exactly! South Dominion's stable now. None of those lowlifes would dare set foot into our territory." Tyson Cable, commander of the Ironclaw Vanguard, wore a fierce scowl, his face etched with menace. "Besides, nothing matters more than Father's safety. Let me find the bastard who did this—I'll wipe him off the map."

“Who's Matteo?” Was she pretending not to know Matteo? Sergio wasn't sure what to think. After so much torture, the traitor had fed up Matteo to them. So he's trying to reestablish the De Luca line. Well let him try and see how far he goes with it. “Send Bianca to me.” He commanded his second in command. “You asked for me”. she said, entering his study. “You have to take responsibility for this.” Sergio's tone was flat. “What exactly are you referring to.”

I looked to the other side and saw my council members with Father in the midst of them. And on the other side, it was the council members of the Crimson Fang Empire. My heart sank into my stomach as my eyes met with their Alpha, Alpha Kael. He was tall, well built and looked extremely handsome. But the admiration did not last long, it was replaced by a deep hatred when I reminded myself that it was his people who killed Mother. " Princess Lyra, you are welcome, we have been waiting for you to show up and here you are" the council leader from my pack said.

I felt him before I saw him. The air seemed to thicken, growing heavier in my lungs. Power—older, rougher—rolled into the hall like a storm front. “Alpha Kael Draven,” the herald announced, suddenly less loud. “Commander of the Blackthorn War Pack.” Whispers hissed along the servant line. *The Bastard Alpha.* *The Butcher of Blackthorn.* *He rips rogues apart for sport—bare‑handed.* He was taller than Lucian, broader through the shoulders, built like the mountains surrounding our lands. His armor was a matte black that drank in the light, scarred and dented, not decorative. No jewels. Just hard, worn metal and leather that had seen real war.

"Senior Commander, Tae Li." Tae hit his staff against the floor and smiled. "Ah, Brent. It has been years. To what do I owe this visit?" "Senior Commander, I have come with a proposal that could benefit both our families." Tae stared at him with a raised eyebrow. *Oh?* It was as if he were wondering what a Banks could possibly offer a Blackwood. Tae gestured for him to sit; he could see Harold’s legs shaking from the tension of the encounter. "Sit. Tell me of this 'benefit'."

Black sighed, "They realized it much sooner than we did and, being as obstinate as they are, requested for the Cilero Ni Estemio 30 minutes after they left for the mission. And, as you know, even I wouldn't be able to refuse an assassin's request for that authority. Especially after they've recited the vows associated with that command." "T-that..." Cilero ni Estemio. It is one of the three most sacred and hidden request-commands that an assassin can use if they are in a dangerous situation that threatens both the assassins on the mission and the organization. Because of the atrocity and absurd consequences of these request-commands have, Mr. Black kept them hidden from everyone. These reque