Deathwatch Black Shields Novels & Stories

“I love you so much.” I stayed with him, watching as the black uniforms finally seemed to catch up with the vicious bloodsuckers. They were the sort that had no regard for their own welfare, clearly powered by Holland, and they were nearly unstoppable as they launched themselves at Guardians and Hunters alike. Bullets weren’t doing much. Brandon needed a shield.

I laughed heartily. Mr. Blackwood, I apologize for betraying you and breaking the promise I made before your death. But a desperate man will do anything for money. Money rules the world, I reminded myself. I know the Shepherd Knights family will be disappointed in me too, but I don’t care anymore; I’ve come too far to turn back. Anyone who stands in my way will be crushed. That’s a promise.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

I pulled away from Ambrosia for a moment and just looked back at her. “Us Reavers, the four High Priests, myself and my brothers, we are immortal in every sense of the word. We can't be killed, can't die naturally. So far, there has been nothing that can kill us in all the millennia’s we have been here... That offers a very long and lonely life watching those you love pass, when you know you will never... Regular Reavers will not die naturally, but there are things that can kill them. For instance, The Darkness that Raphael and Rayne battled recently with. The Darkness actually killed Rayne, and The Shadows brought her back. I wasn’t personally there, but I have heard Raphael tell the story.

The first one crashed through the roof of Grand Central Terminal. "Marcus! East River approach! Katherine, take the high ground!" Jack shouted over the tactical channel, rocketing off the observation deck on his armor's thrusters. The cold night air hit his face as he descended toward the destruction. Marcus was already moving. The Shield Guardian leaped from the tower's mid-level launch bay, his golden shield expanded to its maximum diameter, and slammed into the street-level approach like a human meteor. Two Null Beasts that had been crawling up Park Avenue hit his kinetic barrier and bounced backward, their unrendered bodies rippling with displaced energy.

As he spat the blood from his mouth after Fynn’s flying kick landed solidly in his stomach, he felt a sense of satisfaction. The blood sacrifice had turned him into something more than he was born as, something more powerful. Asher Blackwood was no longer just an Alpha. He was a Shadow Wielder, and his enemies were none the wiser. Fynn’s punch landed hard against Asher’s gut, but he didn’t flinch. Instead, he swung a half-hearted punch at Fynn, who easily dodged it and countered with another punch, sending Asher stumbling back. The guards around them kept charging at the twins, adding to the relentless assault. Kai was panting heavily, his body sore from the constant barrage of attacks. He h

"They’ve lost their beacon, but they still have the Weaver. The war isn't over, Emma. It’s just turned into a slaughter." I looked at my brother, then at my Mate, and then at the shadow of the fortress where the Council of Twelve was hiding. The Shield had been found. But as the first snow of the coming blizzard began to fall, I realized that the hardest part was still to come. We had the brother. Now, we had to keep the world from ending. "Nathaniel! Maya!" I shouted into the communication link. "Prepare the infirmary. The Shield is coming home. And tell the vanguard... no prisoners. We burn the falls to the ground."

I felt nothing, only smooth skin. A shaky breath escaped me. “I died…” The words sounded foreign out loud, but it was true. I know that I died, because how much can one imagine life slipping out of their body? You don’t hallucinate the weight of betrayal like that. But then again, I was back. “I’m back.” The realization settled slowly, like dust after chaos. As much as it didn't make sense, it was coming together and I was accepting it. The weirdest part was seeing a dead man alive and well. Ethan Adams was with me, alive, talking, smiling. He drove me home.

Ethan had stepped out from the shadows for the first time in years, and now Adrian was determined to drag him into the light and burn everything he’d built to the ground. Adrian reached for the bullet casing on his desk, rolling it between his fingers. “You wanted a war,” he whispered to himself. “Then let’s end this.” In the dimness of the penthouse, Adrian Blackwell made a silent promise. Ethan Graves had returned from the dead. But he would make sure this time... He wouldn’t survive.

It turned into a wireframe model for a split second before vanishing entirely. "It’s eating the town," Elara realized. "The Director isn't just hunting us. She’s Deleting the Evidence." The Awakening of the Wall As the Shadow-Julian turned its gaze toward the peaceful Julian, a massive figure stepped out from behind a parked SUV. It was Zane. He was still wearing his hardware store flannel, but his eyes were no longer the simple brown of a neighbor. They were a cloudy, churning grey. He didn't have his obsidian skin, but as he stood between the Hunter and the boy, the Physical Gravity of the Alpha-Soul began to return to him.