Deathwatch Black Shields Novels & Stories

"Sasha found him, killed execution style, with a note pinned to his chest that read 'You're Next'." I reached over and gently squeezed Elias's hand, still rubbing Xander's arm. "I'm so sorry." My head snapped up toward Xander. "Nightshade?" Xander nodded. "I'm afraid so." "But we caught Deven," I reasoned, a crease forming between my eyes. "What did he say?" Xander stood and walked over to the broad picture window as he spoke. "Deven was a member of Nightshade. But now it's evident that he's not the only one who infiltrated us."

Maya’s world narrows to Sam on the floor and the mask beside him and the sudden, hateful understanding that good systems still have gaps wide enough for bullets. Eli fires. The overwatch goes silent. Marcus moves through the smoke like he can see the shape of breath itself. His people follow, not fast exactly. Coordinated. Brutal. The roof team breaks when the dead reach the street below and their exit stops being an exit. By 03:31, it is over. The bus depot survivors run north with the dead behind them. The base holds. That is the fact. The cost is on the floor. Debrief happens at first light because grief does not cancel administration, which is one of civilization’s less charming design f

But before the Thunder Dominion warrior could even breathe— Slash! A black blade sliced across his throat from behind. His eyes widened in disbelief as blood slowly trickled down his neck. He staggered forward weakly before collapsing heavily onto the ground. Dead. The crowd turned silent again. Fear slowly crept into many people’s hearts. Especially the younger werewolves watching. The Blood Shadow warriors were far more terrifying than rumors described. From where I sat, I unconsciously turned toward Alpha Kingsley again. His face remained expressionless. Cold.

"Every time I feel a moment of peace, it's because you're taking the pain for me. Nevan, stop. Break the link." "No," he hissed, his eyes flashing with a desperate, dying grey. He stepped into my space, his hands grabbing my shoulders. His grip was still firm, but the vibration in his muscles told the truth. "I am the Shield. That is my purpose. If I can't keep the noise out of your head, then I am nothing but a dead man walking." "You’re going to be a dead man anyway if you keep this up!" I shouted.

The blade struck the shield with a deafening crack, sparks of silver and black energy exploding outward, illuminating the bloodied faces of Gale, Levi, and the guardians. The assassin recoiled, its borrowed body convulsing as the void eyes widened in surprise. "The Shadowed One... claims you," it hissed, its voice a chorus of whispers from the abyss. But Alina's shield held the bond with Gale amplifying it, his golden aura weaving through like threads of sunlight reinforcing the night. Gale lunged forward, his claws rending the assassin's throat in a swift, brutal arc. Black ichor sprayed, the body crumpling like a discarded puppet, the void eyes dimming to lifeless gray.

“Your Adeline is gone. Her soul is mine now.” With one hand gripped Stefano’s neck, another hand stabbed the spear through his body. The High Lord groaned in agony before falling to the ground with the spear halfway through his body. Vito and the daemons army went from the other side of the dome as they tried to attack the Knights of Death on multiple fronts. Cohen and his pack attacked from another front. Alpha Zachariah of the Western Werewolves Pack regrouped with Alpha Jaxon of the Eastern Werewolves Pack to attack from another front. Alpha Nathan of the Northern Werewolves Pack attacked from another one. Multiple attacks on different fronts caused the Knights of Death to divide their ma

Down below, behind a barricade of overturned oak tables and reinforced steel grates, a handful of exhausted Ashford guards were firing blind bursts into a black wave of bodies pouring through the shattered service tunnel doors that led out to the courtyard. Infected, both human townspeople and werewolves with black veins bulging across their skin, were clawing over their own dead, dragging themselves up the steps and over the ruined eastern barriers like a tide of black rot. "Fire!" Denzel roared, dropping to one knee beside a stone pillar and opening fire.

Wes tried to use poison agai but Ben’s metallic shield completely blocked it. His attacks became useless. Just as he made one final desperate attempt Ben gathered all the lightning into a single strike and drove it straight into Wes’s chest. A terrible scream tore from Wes’s throat. Blood surged up but never made it out. He collapsed. Dead. The four underlings saw Wes fall and immediately tried to slip away. No matter how valuable a female was their lives mattered more. But suddenly they felt a chill crawl up their backs.

Vanessa’s rifle barked sharply, dropping two drones before they could fire. I forced back three guards, emptying my sidearm, breathing sharp. Damien surged forward, cutting through two advancing soldiers with brutal precision. Natalia’s Shadow Returns The emergency comms crackled, spitting static... And then... Natalia’s cold voice echoed: "You’re already dead... you just don’t know it yet." Her twisted smile burned through the holographic interface, unforgiving and venomous. "Did you think... you’d survive the ocean’s wrath?"

I couldn't afford to let my guard down. Both parties had agreed to meet in a massive warehouse at the end of the port for the business deal. The other party, Black Crows, was a local gang that was notorious for its ruthless methods. I immediately sensed that something was amiss from the moment we stepped into the warehouse. It was too quiet, and the faint scent of rust permeated the air. "Wait… It's a trap!" I hissed before swiftly shoving Jonah in the direction of the escape route that I had secured beforehand. "Leave now and don't look back!"