Commander Bly Black Series Novels & Stories

Through the spray of oil, steam, and dark blood, the heavy iron doors of the central command tower ground open. A massive figure stepped onto the deck. He wasn't wearing a diving suit; he wore the heavy, dark-blue military coat of a Western Admiral, his chest covered in medals made of unrefined moon-gems. His face was pale, his eyes entirely black—a sign of deep, generational Abyssal corruption. In his right hand, he held a massive, mechanical broadsword powered by a glowing, violet core that hissed with unstable energy.

Twenty figures in tactical black. Silver glinting on their weapons. Moving in a precise diamond formation, four squads of five, each covering the other's blind spots. At the front, one figure walked slightly ahead of the rest. Tall. Lean. A long coat over body armor. No helmet, the confidence of a man who'd never needed one. Even at this distance, I could feel his focus. His certainty. The calm, calculating intelligence of a man who had done this a thousand times. Commander Elias Vane.

He could tolerate Bellona choosing Zephyr instead of him but one thing he couldn't tolerate was Zephyr dragging her out against her will. "Who do you think you are to command me" Zephyr asked in a calm voice. It seemed like he had played with Antonio so much that the man didn't fear him anymore. "I do not care what you picture me in your head. I want you to let Bellona go immediately." Antonio's voice became serious. He knew he couldn't take down Zephyr but he didn't care. He also knew that he wasn't alone, he was sure that his guards had already surrounded the place as he was speaking.

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

The team members we had left behind were moving quickly between stations, monitoring the situation outside, coordinating defense positions, and analyzing enemy movements. But as we walked in, heads turned. Eyes looked toward us. And slowly, a change rippled through the room. They saw us differently now. They did not just see the heirs or the leaders or the people they were sworn to protect. They saw something else. Something stronger. They saw the people who carried the truth. The people who held the real reason for this fight. Commander Hale, the leader of Command Unit Black, stepped forward from the main tactical table. He was a man of few words, tough and disciplined, someone who had spen

Blake, not to lose another person to poison, quickly checked for the false tooth, but none of the other men had one. Only their leader had it to stop any information leaks, Blake did a soul search on a number of the men, but none had any valuable information for him, which confirmed his suspicions. Blake only had more questions than answers. Why did they want to eliminate me, and who was this Commander? Blake made a call, and it quickly came through. “Yes, lord, how can this lowly servant serve you?” Darrel asked when he answered the phone.

I stood outside, under the harsh sun for about three minutes before I broke the lock of the door in annoyance and walked in. The first thing I did was to chug down a beer and then get an ice bag to help my sore ankles. Munching a bundle of crunchy biscuits, I waited patiently for Blade who still hadn’t replied my message. After consuming six bottles of beer and countless snacks, I watched a black sedan drive in and park in the coffee shop’s driveway. Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side.

The door flew open, and Alpha Kai's colossal fist wrapped itself in the front of her t-shirt, his face contorted into a livid snarl. "This is why I don't trust her, Evander!" He roared, spittle raining down on her skin. The world seemed to take a breath. And then the most inhuman sound erupted from Evander's throat, and he slammed Alpha Kai's body into the wall with enough force to make the packhouse groan. Black battle gear clung to his vast form, and leather buckles crisscrossed his body, holding various deadly weapons. A strap tied his thick curls back, and he had secured an ancient-looking blade to his back.

All he knew was that it was up to him to save his pack from Killian's horrible decisions. Moving quickly down the path, it wasn't long before Liam was confronted with a huge white wolf with ice blue eyes. It could only be Brodi Sköll. Liam quickly fell to one knee and dropped his head. He could only hope it was enough to keep the Alpha from tearing him apart just for being part of the Blackfoot Pack.

Then the sky fills with the mechanical whine of drones . Adrian stiffens. I look up through the broken roof . Black drones swarm like angry wasps , red lights blinking, giant screens on their bellies flashing the same image over and over. Adrian’s face. Underneath, in bold white letters : WANTED : TURNED TRAITOR – DEAD OR ALIVE REWARD : 5 MILLION CREDITS NIGHTWATCH DIRECTIVE 66 – TERMINATE ON SIGHT His wanted poster loops, again and again, his silver eyes staring down at us like a ghost.