Commander Bly Black Series Novels & Stories

“It might be too compact.” “It’ll get the job done without knocking you backwards, I assure you,” Lou said. “But I can show you something a little bigger if you want.” “Can I . . . take it for a test drive or something?” Lacey asked. “The range is downstairs. I can load it up and show you how to use it, if you want,” Lou said. “Yes, please do,” Lacey said. Layla looked down in the case in front of them. “I want to see that chrome Python and the bronze Glock,” she heard herself say.

Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face. He’s dressed in all black like me, with blackout tattoos covering his neck and arms. Short cropped blonde hair, grey eyes, tall but muscular; I’ve heard tales about this Gamma that rival my own. He has a penchant for killing humans in the most gruesome ways, and his favorite weapon is a JagdKommando knife; the deadliest of blades as it has three edges that spiral together like a corkscrew into a sharp tip. No doctor can sew up a wound left by this knife.

“Han! We need smoke release. All vents.” “Doing it now.” Jian collapsed beside her, breath ragged. Blood dripped from his ribs again. “I’m fine,” he grunted. “Get the kid out.” “I’m not leaving without you.” He grabbed her hand, locking eyes. “If they take Haeun, they’ll never stop. They’ll use her to get to Euna. They’ll use both of them.” “They won’t,” she said. “Not while I breathe.” The Blackstrike commander entered through the breached west wall, stepping over the bodies of his own men without pause. He wore a reflective mask—like a predator’s skull—and carried a plasma spear.

I smile. “You too.” Callie smiles back. “Your locker...” He starts. “It’s the locker of the actual devil himself, Killian Saunders.” He explains. “Who is this dude? Why is everyone asking me if he’s my brother?” I snap. “We cannot mention him who shall not be named on school grounds Trey!” Callie shrieks. “Callie, he needs to know like everyone else here.” He replies calmly. “Apparently according to his detailed description he looked a lot like you but with black hair and blue eyes. You even have his dress sense.” He adds.

I asked, barely above a whisper. He hesitated, his eyes darting to the timer. I could see his throat move as he swallowed hard. “Answer me,” I said, louder this time. He sighed shakily. “Yes… it’s bad. It’s a Crimson Ultra Charge, my lady. Military grade. One of the deadliest kinds.” My blood ran cold.. “Get me out of here,” I snapped, my voice rising. Blake ran a hand through his hair, scanning the straps and wires. “We have to stay calm…”

Ironclaw warriors closest to him faltered mid-step, eyes snapping toward him in confusion and fear. The air seemed to thicken, pressing down on them like an invisible weight. One dropped to a knee with a strangled cry. Another staggered, hands clawing at his chest as if he couldn’t breathe. “What—” someone whispered. Eyrix didn’t recognize his own voice when he spoke. “Enough.” The word rippled outward Ironclaw froze. Ryder turned, blade dripping, eyes locking onto Eyrix. For a heartbeat, the world held still. Then Ironclaw’s commander stepped forward from the shadows, tall and armored in blackened steel etched with the sigil of Eyrix’s bloodline.

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

Bellamy Blake, clad in military garb, walked out slowly. The moment he did so, the faces of Fourth Master Yates, Nathan, and the sleepers from the Yateses of America’s other collateral changed drastically. Bellamy Blake! The first-in-command of the South Light Military, Commander Bellamy Blake! And yet, he was a mere subordinate in front of Harvey! What was Harvey’s identity?! This was too shocking! Fourth Master Yates and others were completely baffled. It was especially true of Nathan, who couldn’t imagine such an impossible possibility. Although he was the Cobra Warrior of the Cobra Squad, cold horror penetrated his whole being this very minute.

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

It was as if these people had never seen blood before. Ace grabbed some nearby cloth napkins and pressed them to my bleeding forehead. I looked at him, my tears drying as my cheek still pounded with the memory of what he had done. His face was neutral as he held back any words with everyone around us. “Thank goodness,” Catherine breathed beside me. I turned toward her before following her gaze. I saw someone walking toward me with big black boots and the large, dark tan fireman pants on with a reflective strip at the bottom. Black suspenders hung on either side of the pants, discarded downward instead of up over the shoulders where they belonged. My eyes wandered upward, my heart beginning t