Commander Bly Black Series Novels & Stories

She turned to leave, but Maximo's words cut through the air. “Sorry…” he raised a finger up, reaching for a black cropped blazer that hung on the chair. “I forgot this…” he murmured, hanging the black blazer against her right arm. Amelia glared at the perfection, eyes darting back to his in delight. “This is mine?” “Yes, sugar. Turn around and say no thank you.” His voice was soothing and stern as he dropped the blazers on her, wearing a serious expression. Amelia's cheeks cracked at the joke.

He paused before quickly adding, “However, I found that before he left, he met with someone from Black C. It was the same person who rose to power in Monafett through arms smuggling...” Blair’s gaze turned cold the instant he heard Dick mention Black C. It turned out to be related to Anthony! Dick said, “Master Blair, there are some more details about this matter. I’ve sent the files to your email.” Blair acknowledged and said flatly, “Find that person for me! “Also, it’s time to clean up the Neya Dark Market. You know what to do.” Dick quickly said, “Yes, I know. Don’t worry, Master Blair. I won’t make any mistakes this time.”

She smiled as she took the two packages from her without being able to slow as the commander was still all but dragging her along. When they came outside, the two stately cars were waiting, each with a warrior standing at the open door and one behind the wheel, along with an SUV ahead of each of them filled with more warriors. Moira came rushing out of the kitchen with two large coolers. “These are for the warriors, Gemma.” “Thank you again, Moira.” She smiled gratefully as she attempted to shuffle the packages in her hand to grab the large coolers. “Leave it.” The commander ordered and she turned to him indignantly. “Moira is a wolf; those coolers will break your back.” He muttered low

While we were walking back to the ground, I slowed him down and nodded to Ash to keep walking. " I know you're not gonna tell us what's wrong, and that's fine. I know you will tell us when you're ready, but right now, you need to put whatever it is in the back of your mind and bring your focus to the mission", I told him. He ponders what I say, and his eyes turn sad, but then they fully go in determination. He nods and jogs to catch up with Ash. "Kyle. Kill her”, I commanded, and I saw him coming out of the greenhouse, sword in hand. He is almost close. I keep her attention on me.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

A shimmering scroll formed mid-air, spinning once before displaying our names. —Brand: Team Leader —Jade Ishola: Second in Command —Nyomei: Attack Power —Orin: Attack Power —Lotanni: Mid-Range Support / Defender —Bainer: Medical Support (Engage only when necessary) Silence. Then: “Wait, what?” I said, stepping closer. “Second in command?” Brand turned slightly toward me, unreadable. “You're fast. Tactical. You don’t freeze up.” “That’s not a compliment,” I muttered.

“The fear, the respect, the loyalty of men like Marco and Leo… that you must earn every day. The Trust gives you the keys to the vault. But you must still command the army that guards it. I have no doubt you will.” He leaned forward, his voice dropping. “There is one final piece. One that cannot be written into any trust. The Bianchi name. It is a name of fear and history. When the time comes, you will take it. Not because you must, but because it is fitting. Jay Bianchi. It has a… permanence.” He was offering a name. A history. A bloody, brutal crown to go with the pristine keys of the Trust.

“Good. Because you’re getting both.” In the days that followed, the city sent more black-coats—new recruits, hungrier, trained in the latest wolf-ward hardware. The packs tested their perimeter, learned their codes, borrowed just enough violence from the old world to hold the new one at bay. Mira led the runs now, her crew growing leaner and meaner by the week; Damon and Declan coordinated the supply raids, always coming home loaded with bruises and bluster.

Outside the window, the city lights blurred against the glass, and somewhere out there, Richard Blackwood already knew more about my own body than I had an hour ago. Whatever war Andrea had been fighting before, it had just gained a second target who could not yet defend herself at all.