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.

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

“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.”

“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

"Isn't that what you're doing?" As soon as we make it to the command center, one of my men hands me a case. "Sorry, Sir, but it just came in the DeBrassy is planning a party this evening. Our insiders say he might be meeting with Arrowheart to discuss what to do about BLACKEAGLE," he nods.

Major General Klyne approached him with a frown. “Good morning, Mr. Raven,” Klyne greeted him, wiping sweat from his forehead. “You know, I’ve been noticing something.” Raven raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?” “The weather predictions for the past few days... they’ve been pretty much spot on. And by spot on, I mean nothing like what the news is forecasting,” Klyne continued, shaking his head. “Yesterday, we expected a huge storm, but it didn’t even drizzle. Yet today, well, clear skies, just as your friend predicted. Seems almost... too good.”

They started to advance, their movements slow and calculated. I didn’t flinch. "Steven," I said calmly. Steven moved like lightning, pulling a gun from his jacket and aiming it squarely at the leader. Before any of them could react, he fired a single shot. The sound echoed through the street, followed by the leader’s scream as he dropped to the ground, holding his badly injured leg. "Jesus Christ!" one of the other men shouted, backing away. "Next time, I won’t aim for the leg," Steven warned, his voice as steady as his aim.

CULL POV Moore's eyes flick toward the Gold status Commander again and I feel a twinge of pity for him. It was purely bad luck for him to be paired against the Hassin this round. Not only is Burk a Commander, but his battle sense is well-known among all of us. Captain Nole of Bronkark and Lieutenant Modok of Gaimo are also formidable soldiers from his battalion. Fighting any of them would be difficult. "He seems calm," Moore grumbles in a low voice and I look at Burk.

"I'm offering you a job! Your plasma is useless. Your armor is paper. The only thing that cuts the Nullity is the Origin-Code, and we are the only ones who have it!" Dax pointed his glowing blade up at the descending black swarm. "You want to live to see tomorrow? You point your guns at the sky! You ride with the pack, or you get formatted! Decide right now!" The courtyard was dead silent, save for the hum of Dax’s Phase-Blade. The Paladin Commander looked at the sky, where the second Sunburst Dreadnought was currently glitching into oblivion. He looked at Captain Reyes, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Tank and Reaper. Then, he looked at his own plasma rifle.