Commander Bly Black Series Novels & Stories

Before it could touch a single hair on her head, I caught it by the throat, and with a single brutal twist of my wrist, I snapped its neck, throwing its lifeless body into the dirt like trash. "Stay behind me!" I roared over the chaos to Seraphina. Suddenly, Commander Vane pulled a small, sleek black device from his vest. He didn't look worried, instead he looked bored. He pressed a heavy red button on the side. SCREEEEEEEEECH! The world exploded into pure agony. The high-frequency shriek tore was deafening, a piercing, blinding pitch that rattled the fillings in my teeth and felt like a spike was being driven directly into my skull.

The assistant commander did not hesitate. The rotating cannon on his arm buzzed up, but the light that gathered in its course was not the clean, grelle blue of consortium. It was a nasty, deep black violet that like liquid darkness looked out. “Decking!” Kael shouted. He threw himself with his whole massive flank against me and Silas and ripped us on the hard stone of the rocky projection, seconds before the weapon was fired. The shot was adorable. The black plasma charge hit right there

The Record Stone picked up the names and displayed them for all to see. “This…” Even Mane was stunned by the team slate of the Black Team. “Black Saga” “Black Hammer” “Black Axe” “White Mask” “Black Mask” “Vital Orange” “What a surprise folks. Black Saga has stunned everyone here with his team order. Black Saga is fighting first!”

Blake declared decisively. Blake gave orders to his second in command and then hurriedly moved to do as he had said. He did not want to bring along anyone with him, but he shook his head and sighed when he noticed his comrades Hoggins and Finn catching up with him. Well, everyone in Brianna’s team, the mercenary team, has a direct line of communication from the field to the control room just as Blake Gordon does. Everything Blake hears over his earpiece, they could hear. Although the rest of the soldiers did not, it had been the way they do it ever since they became a team. So, Hoggins and Finn knew where their team leader was going and what he was about to do. “There is no way in hell we ar

Adrian stood on the deck and looked ahead. Then, he leaped into the sea. One of the large ships was brightly lit. It was at the backmost position and it was the command center of the enemies. These ships were carrying Black Nergal’s banner, instantly revealing them as Black Nergal’s members.

“I don’t understand. Explain more.” “Only the commanders of stealth have these symbols. It’s one only they could fully understand. These commanders scattered all around Lunaria, sharing information about themselves. One is Billy Scott of FangBorn pack. He was named minister of secret affairs of the pack. The second commander of stealth was Late Minister Elais.” “Only two?” I asked him, intrigued. He shook his head, gesturing the number ‘three’. “They’re three. The last commander of stealth is Ember Mayweather from the RedClaw pack.”

It was beautiful and frightening all at once. They entered the Commander’s office, and Randey glanced around with wide eyes. He had not been in the room before, and it was impressive. Paintings of previous First Commanders were collected on one wall, while on the opposite was a collection of weapons used by the Grenyaar. A pair of the familiar Khortaal crowned the display, their slightly curved blades shining brightly, beneath which were mounted a variety of shorter Khor blades and daggers. There were other less familiar fighting implements, but Randey had no time to study them further. They approached the large table that dominated one end of the room, behind which sat the First Commander o

“I changed my mind. I'll fight you all in pairs, none of you can survive a one-on-one training with me anyways.” I swallowed and looked at Emerett who looked regretful. “Take out your weapons and try to take me down. Give it your best shot because I won't be lenient with any of you.” His hoarse voice said. Commander black hole was a tall man with pale skin and long gray hair which he usually wore in a fishtail and he usually wore a mask to cover his facial attributes but he had dark brown eyes. His mask couldn't hide that. “Jasmine,” Said Emerett, “Why don't we just give up? I can't slow down the poison and breathing is starting to feel difficult.”

"Introduce yourself!" he ordered. I shook my head and gestured to the camera. "No video! No VIDEO, you cock- sucker! NO FUCKING VIDEO-M The backhand across my mouth was so brutal it shut me up by force of the blow. He barked another order at the one with the video camera, who aimed the lens at my tags and read in halting English: "Blackstone, E. SAS. Captain. Two nine one five zero one." He started toward me again, and this time he pulled a khukuri out of its sheath. The blade was curved and finely honed. Even in my drug weakened ability to react to what was coming, I could see the tool was well prepared for the job it was about to do. I thought of my mum. I'd wanted her all my life and now