Deathwatch Black Shields Novels & Stories

the king demanded, his voice trembling. The guard stumbled forward, falling to his knees before the throne. He looked up, his eyes wide with terror. "It was not what we bargained for, sir. She...she..." "She what?" Seraphina yelled, impatiently. Her hand twitched towards the hilt of her sword, itching to draw it. The guard swallowed hard, his throat dry. "She's not human. She's a wolf, sir. A werewolf, your highness, and she...she killed everyone of us. I only managed to escape..."

Vincelli made a sickening chuckle and I felt lightheaded thinking about that, “Ana- Maria's dead? She killed her sister?" "Oh the things that girl would do for me." He sighed in awe. “I know what this is, you enjoy it, don't you? Turning people against each other, families, killing lovers, causing pain to others, to children- you have a God-complex agenda. You live for it." "You know, I always admired you, Archer Devereux, you and that Sinister Salvatore. I just love the scenario." “Beep Beep Beep. Guys." Moe's voice suddenly echoed, "We're in the basement right now and we just found Miss Violet Proca and Vitaly Orlov's body dumped down here."

BOOOOM! The five hundred year old pure Chi energy shield shattered into smithereens in three seconds under the onslaught of Chloe Vanguard's trillion dollar capitalist capital. Hundreds of Obsidian Fang hybrids, now fully funded by Vanguard, barged in with thousands of elite troops of pure European wolves led directly by pure Alexander Sterling!

“Azrael’s dead. Lilith will come for you all. And Kael’s too busy licking her boots to protect his own.” The taller one narrowed his eyes. “And who are you to challenge Kael?” I met his gaze, calm as steel. “I’m Damon Blackthorn.” The name dropped like a stone into silence. They knew it. They feared it. And that fear was my ally now. Within the hour, I stood before what remained of the Iron Howl war council-veterans with missing eyes, mangled hands, and grudges deeper than blood. They listened as I spoke of betrayal, of the boy I saved, of the wraiths Lilith sent.

" Greetings, your majesty, this is the first platoon of Black knighthood known as assassins." Four men in black uniforms arrived in my office. They had black cloaks on their shoulders and heads covered with hoods. I could see their faces and glowing eyes. They were all of Beta ranking werewolves. " I want you guys to keep a close eye on Malone Shart. She is Ultima of the Shadowed pack so it will be difficult," I paused to see their expressions. They seemed calm, so I continued talking," Can you guys do it ?" " Yes, your majesty."

He wrapped his arms around her. The glass shield closed in time before the room was filled with fire. Inside the shield everything was quiet. Benson was bleeding from his head. He looked at Maya. Saw that she was glowing white. "Maya said "Benson I sent the signal. Help is coming.. The Watcher is already here." The glass shield started to crack. A dark hand reached through the fire. Grabbed it. A deep voice whispered in Bensons ear "Did you really think a doctor and an engineer could win a war, against the person who created the soul?"

What was I supposed to tell them, that the dead were walking again? The receiver felt heavy in my hand. The number I dialed was burned into my memory. “Welcome to the Wellness Alliance,” came the smooth, practiced greeting. Their tone was gentle, corporate, the kind meant to soothe anxious patients and reporters alike. On paper, the Alliance was a mental health and rehabilitation clinic. But I knew the truth. Behind that smiling logo was the Seraphic Shadowmenders Guild, a network of healers, fighters, and scientists who dealt with what the world was not supposed to see.

Smoke still curled from the chimney stacks, and the metallic tang of Martha’s sacrifice lingered in the damp morning air. "It's the unit that keeps Elodie alive while I’m hunting the people who poisoned our water," Victor growled. He didn't look at Zack. He was busy checking the slide on a silver-plated sidearm. His knuckles were still a raw, angry red from clawing through the salt cave rubble. "No more scouts. No more general security. The Shadow Guard answers to me. Their only job is the White Moon lineage. If a leaf falls near her window, I want a report on its velocity."

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

Raven tried to help, but two more figures attacked her from right and left. The pendant on her chest glowed, forming a brief shield, but their attacks were too coordinated-precise, fast, and deadly. The Night Watcher just watched from behind the mist, as if savouring the dance of destruction that began to roll over them. "Why are they-why are they attacking at the same time?" Raven began to fall back, her knees buckled, and the flash from her pendant began to weaken. "Raven! Don't hold back! Use that power! You must fully awaken it now, or we die here!"