Commander Bly Black Series Novels & Stories

Kael’s voice barked from the darkness. From the ridges above, over a hundred armored figures clad in the blood-red crest of the Southern High Council descended like vultures. At the forefront marched Commander Vane. He was a towering Alpha, his armor polished to a mirror sheen, carrying a massive, double-handed broadsword that gleamed under the blue light of the Null-Stones.

the massive warrior grunted, adjusting the leather straps of his dual axes. "Archivist Orion." The old scholar offered a faint, self-deprecating smile as he rolled up the parchment. "I suppose I am technically here as well." Behind the core leadership stood twelve of Blackthorn's most elite, decorated warriors—men and women chosen not merely for their brute physical strength, but for their absolute loyalty, tactical wisdom, and unyielding courage under pressure. Commander Roland approached the edge of the ship, looking up at Killian with a deeply frustrated sigh. "I still firmly believe that my place is by your side on that deck, Killian."

No more shall they be called professionals. Ryder could remember that he was calling them out to surrender. But he received a wave of bullets as a reply. He had no choice. Ryder gave the command and everyone went in. An hour later, they were counting corpses and Ryder could never forget how he himself loaded Grey’s body in the truck. “Do not be too surprised, commander of Aegis,” to which he immediately added with a smirk, “leader of the defective shield of Khenealm.” Ryder was still too shocked to be even insulted.

“Will you take the lead on this, or will I need to do the honors and explain to your father why he’s lost another son?” “Your lack of faith in my loyalty is heartbreaking, Commander,” Calyx states, replacing his barely masked horror at finding his reinforcements strapped to marble slabs with his usual cocky devil-may-care bravado. “Hand me the blade, Commander,” a faint smile of satisfaction curls his lips as he adds, “I’ll see this is done right.” The room is tense as everyone waits to see what Chancy will do next. Will he hand the blade to Calyx, or will he stab the young hybrid in the heart after cutting my throat open as well?

"That's a good idea, a very good one at that. That way, Rahl would be plunged into dilemma and would also be forced to divide his army among the settlements and then the pack itself ...." "Yes, that's perfect. Let's Gather the five commanders here immediately…" BLAKE'S POV I could see a figure standom all alone and unopposed in the dark. the way his eyes darted around,it was apparent that he was searching for something. "Could he be a spy?" The thought crossed through my mind and I couldn't agree more. What reason could someone have to sneak around at that time of the night if he wasn't there on a strange mission. I approached him slowly but steadily with my hands clutching my gun like my li

Barclay said tensely. Doreon saw how the warrior's neck became more taut and his jaw stiffened. It wasn't a good sign, it wasn't reassuring at all. The commander returned with his eyes on the streets, while the soldiers were closer and closer to them. Finally he drew his sword, the metallic noise drowned out the sound of the march, swirled it in his right hand and got into position, while with his left he firmly grasped the dagger with the black blade. The buds on the hilt sent colored reflections on the ground, as soon as the light hit them.

she said, standing in an offensive stance against the commander. Hound bolted for the exit, zooming past Bleak in an instant blaze of fire. Bleak activated the compartment. If he wasn’t getting the talk he wanted or a formal introduction to Binge, there was no need to keep her alive. Hound sprinted through the streets of Rivermirror, burning leaves and running past stores and buildings on fire, desperately hoping it wasn’t too late. A few seers noticed his shade of fire and followed beside him. “Spread the word, there’s a River commander in my underground shelter,” he said.

The Black Snake also lit a cigarette and wore a serious expression. “You used to be one of the Five Commanders of Sol, the Black Dragon of the Southern Plains and commanded the Black Dragon Army of one million soldiers. On top of that, you’re the strongest person in the world. You must’ve heard of Blake Davis, right?” “Hm?” James squinted his eyes. “Blake Davis?” It was impossible for him not to know this man. Before James was appointed as the commander three years ago, he had received a secret mission. All the elite fighters of Sol were dispatched.

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

My eyes had started to be droopy and the last thing I know I blacked out. And here I was in a room , with just my inner garments and cuffs around my hands and legs. The room was darks and there was a little light coming through from a little window that was a bit higher at the wall. I sighed heavily as I started thinking of how stupid I was to trust a stranger so easily. The door opened and I saw a male shadow walk towards me. When he became visible, the anger that I had inside me only increased. “You.” I seethed. Claus glanced at me with a mischievous smile edged on his face.