Deathwatch Black Shields Novels & Stories

He puts his front paws on my thighs as I scratch his ears. "His claws," Death says slipping his hands under my arms and pulling me up I look at my thighs and see his claws pierced through my jeans and into my skin where blood was spilling. My thighs heal within seconds and I look at Death who looks surprised "We have things to do tomorrow, so your friend has to go home soon," he tells me I nod and Mika and I go inside his room. Cerberus lays his head on my lap and Mika and I talk about things.

“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.

It gave her time to think. She didn’t head straight to the infirmary but meandered the hallways. The place seemed to have changed since Nathaniel had been in charge. The Alpha’s pristine mansion which had been void of life now felt like a city now lived inside the walls. Shifters, vampires, and wiccans wandered around, all in the same black uniforms that consisted of combat boots, cargo slacks and shirt. There were some variations such as a few agents wearing clothes meant for the frosty outdoors but, it was the same outfit. It was the outfit of soldiers.

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.

"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.

I’ll be coming for him tomorrow Jason can have another day off. As we are wiping down the mat I notice a group of men deep in discussion still hanging about, scars trail up their arms to their shirt sleeves. A handful even have them on their faces. They must be Blood Moon pack warriors. No one else has warriors that tall, large, and ruthless. Dad clears his throat and I get back to our task at hand and help him carry the mat inside. Once put away we head home. I wave goodbye to Hudson and Bailey and walk with dad.