Novel & Cerita Commander Bly Black Series

Black Axe suddenly said. “Why?” Black Hammer wondered. “Have you seen Captain’s expression?” Black Axe gestured and said. Black Axe turned to look at his captain, and felt his blood run cold when he felt the hostility within his captain’s aura. Black Saga was usually an easygoing person and it was difficult to anger him. But whenever he raged, he left nothing of his opponents. And that bloodthirsty death god that they had come to fear more than respect had been awakened once more. Black Axe and Black Hammer were angry, however faced with the wrath of their captain they could only shiver in fear.

"Alpha Maxwell has assembled thirty of our strongest fighters to accompany us." I moved to the clothes Liam had selected, practical but still befitting my status. Dark jeans, boots, and a deep blue top that bore the Blackthorne crest over the heart. When I emerged from the bathroom dressed, I found all four of my mates waiting, their expressions serious but determined. "Remember," Brent said as he helped me into a light protective vest, "stay between us at all times. No matter what happens." I nodded, understanding their concern. Despite Diamond's power, I was still new to this world, still learning what I was capable of. And none of us knew exactly what awaited us at the Blackthorne estate.

And for two years, she had watched him look past her, his heart belonging to someone else. “Liam, cover left!” she called, snapping back to command as three knights closed in. Liam nodded briskly, ducking under a sweeping blade and countering with a fierce upward slash that sent one enemy flying. His motions were clean, practiced, almost mechanical. The Dark Knight commander stepped forward — a towering figure clad in blackened armor, his eyes completely black beneath his helmet “You are too late” he hissed, his voice a hollow rasp.

I returned his smile. "Okay, it was a dark, dark, stormy night. The wolves were howling, the owls were squeaking, it was pouring heavily, and the weather had changed. Everything was flashing black and white with the help of the lightning, the thunder roared in anger, scaring everyone of them, the vol-" "Okay, okay, that's too much information. Just get to the best part already," I said, cutting him off.

Kate asked, finally able to ask the question that has haunted her for years. Ami was surprised by the question and hung her head low, as though guilty of something. "It was because of you." Was all Ami said before turning tail and running, leaving Kate with more questions than answers. "Well that was odd." Kate said to herself. ... Kate left soon after Ami took off, deciding to take a route that took her along the wolves and hers shared boundary. "Well if it isn't the Vixen." A voice said just beyond the boundary. It was Weaver, Alex's second in command, his muzzel was bloody from just taking down a decent sized elk. "Yeah and?" Kate questioned the wolf, unafraid of his size. "Oh, nothing. W

Caelum roared, his gravelly voice shaking the very foundations of the mountain, "and I will tear your soul out of that hollow armor!" Commander Vane didn't hesitate. He surged forward in a blur of black steel and crimson lightning, his anti-solar blade descending in a lethal, executioner's strike aimed directly at Caelum’s neck!

“You killed him?” “He begged me to!” Adrian froze. The commander pushed his hands away. “By the end, he wasn't controlling his own body.” Elena's blood ran cold. “Who was?” Commander Blackwood looked at the barefoot girl. “I never knew.” The girl stepped forward. “Show me.” “What?” “The final memory.” “No.” “Show me.” The commander's wrist device activated without his permission. “Hey!” A new hologram appeared. A ruined Genesis facility.

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

Xander- black ? Black- he killed them all, those who he found at least. Xander- how many do you have with you? Black- 300, with weapons and armor.. you know his headed to jordan next right? Xander- yes, how's blue ? Black- getting bigger, but alright. Xander- oh. Black- I heard about Lori, I am sorry for what happened. No one should ever go through anything like that... Xander- jeah, well it's done now.

Twenty elite Ashveil sentries lined the eastern and western colonnades, their polearms upright, their faces completely impassive. The heavy double doors at the far end of the hall swung open with a deep, resonant groan. Commander Vane marched down the center aisle. He was a massive, scarred warrior in his early forties, built like an iron siege engine. He wore the black and silver enameled armor of the Blackthorn High Guard, a heavy broadsword strapped to his hip, and a crimson cloak trailing behind his heavy boots. Behind him marched six fully armed Blackthorn knights, their hands hovering near their hilts, their eyes sweeping the hall with arrogant appraisal.