Deathwatch Black Shields Novels & Stories

He was using me to absorb part of the blast, to create a safer space for himself and Elsie. Just another way he was used to “using” me. He never considered it. He never thought that the woman who drank just to survive his dinner party wouldn't be able to summon her full power. BOOM! A cloud of violet-black energy swallowed everything. The shockwave, mixed with the Shadow Hounds’ vile magic, slammed me into a distant rock wall. My guardian power, suppressed by the alcohol, had only managed a faint barrier that shattered instantly. Shards of dark energy fell like superheated blades, cutting deep into my skin.

Dead Weight ​POV: General Vesh (Elara Vance) Kaelen collapsed to the ground, and suddenly everything around us fell silent. There was no ringing in my ears or dramatic music swelling in the background—just an overwhelming quiet. The five thousand wolves from the Vanguard and the Shadow Legion stood frozen like statues in the snow, stunned by the sight of the undefeated Alpha of the North choking on his own icy blood. "Kaelen," I whispered softly.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

she asked him. “Blackroot, Dalestone, Crimson Park, and Blue Crest.” I immediately recognized all four of those just like I knew Kade and Elle would too. Blackroot was the dead British Alpha’s pack that had attacked Shadow Creek when Nightshade stormed in to help. Dalestone was one of six packs that had been in cahoots with Andrew to attack Nightshade and kidnap Elle. We ended up laying a trap, and Dalestone was the first pack our people took over.

He pulled out a small, ruggedized tactical camera—part of his recon gear. "Battery is low," Kai said. "But it works." "Film me," Damian commanded. He stood against the gray concrete wall. He looked wrecked. His face was bruised, his lip split. His coat was torn, stained with the blood of the Shadow Claw descent. He didn't look like a politician. He looked like a survivor. "Rolling," Kai said. Damian looked into the lens. "My name is Alpha Damian Sinclair," he began. His voice was rough, unpolished. "By now, the Council has told you that I am dead. They have told you that my family was lost in a tragic accident in the North." He stepped closer to the lens. "They lied." "Elder Vane and the mer

"The former leader of Wolfshade, Alpha Damian, was from Blackclaw. Alpha Xavier and the younglings, killed him and sacked his council. He was a terrible Alpha and a bad leader. When the news of his death reached the Blackclaw wood, they rallied and came to attack but the whole Wolfshadan, obviously in support of the new leader, Alpha Xavier marched against them. They were outnumbered ten to one, and Alpha Xavier called for a truse, promising to let them nurse their wounds if they promised not to bother any Wolfshadan." "Oh, I see. So..." I trailed off for a second, "why did they attack me?" "That's the thing, they have been attacking a few citizens of Wolfshade but I guess this is the first

But he never reached me. When I opened my eyes back up I was startled to find that large beast pinned against the wall by a very angry looking Lucas. Only this time, Lucas’ eyes had turned completely black, on his head stood two large horns that curled around themselves in perfect spirals. His white hair falling around his face messily. His hands had formed into talons which where currently pressed against the bodyguards throat, his nails digging into the skin drawing blood. Tormund was trying desperately to overthrow Lucas but to no avail. The more he thrashed about, the bright the shade of puce he came as Lucas cut off his air supply. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Lucas’ na

Arthur sighed for he was wondering himself of this question. Why he, Arthur Adamos, was waiting for the right time to claim his mate, Diana Marchand as if there will be something coming their way to separate them? Perhaps there was an obstacle. Her brother, Xavier, was the Beta of the Shadow Pack and Arthur doesn't want any trouble with him. Xavier can be scary if his sister was in threat. Arthur shook that question away before there was a commotion and a crowd was drawing up as he was approaching the incident. He saw the warriors that were on duty that night before he shifted to his human form before walking into the crime scene.

She dreamt of the Aether core, of the rhythmic thrumming that felt like a heartbeat, and of a shadow that looked like herself, standing in the center of a storm. In the command hub, Chester Smith and Kora Del Toro remained at their posts, their eyes bloodshot but their focus unwavering. They were the sentinels of the dawn, the ones who would see the first guests arrive and the first move of the enemy. The drones continued their silent patrol, their red lights blinking like the eyes of watchful spirits. The 'Metro City Shield' was active, the 'Vance Resurgence' was in position, and the 'Krauser Kartel' was back.

Chapter 73: The Truth Written Before Birth The moment the Warden's golden core shattered, the entire underground kingdom screamed. Not with a voice. Not with a sound. But with a pain that every living creature could feel. The walls of the ancient city cracked further. The black rivers flowing between the ruins began turning red. The ancient symbols carved into towers, bridges and forgotten temples started glowing one after another. The death of the Warden was not just the fall of a guardian. It was the loss of the final shield that had stood between the world and whatever waited behind the last door.