Deathwatch Black Shields Novels & Stories

He’s just a little overbearing, but it all comes from his love for me. The Deads – this name still gives me the chills – go to train with the other warriors, saying that they want to see if the wolves have any chance against the Undeads heading our way, and Thea and Leo’s sons drag Lia and Blake outside, having mentioned something about getting to know their cousin.

Tears streamed down Mary's face as she gazed upon Denzel's still form. "No...Denzel, please don't leave us," she whispered. Mary's hands trembled as she examined the wound. The dagger made from shadow iron had pierced Denzel's heart. "This...this is a Shadowstrike dagger," Mary whispered. Ronald's eyes widened. "That's impossible to heal," he said, his voice barely above As the dust settled, the Black Moon pack began the somber task of tending to their fallen brethren. Mary, Ronald, and the other survivors worked tirelessly to separate the living from the dead.

I did not understand then that the boy was looking in all directions, seeming to seek if someone was following us. " What's happening ?" He sighed before placing his hand on his forehead. " In Capital City, the pack of Shield of Rain has been destroyed and its members blacklisted, which means that all its members are hunted down by the other packs and that its refractory members are not allowed alive in this city." " I don't understand...." " Shield of Rain no longer exists and its members unless they have sworn allegiance to other packs under the authority of Soul Moon are hunted down and killed. The pack you seek is missing and its Alpha is dead."

I asked. "No, more conditions will come later, but for now, you have to stop brooding," Marrock said. "I thought it would be something so hard, just say what Ellan told you," I said, hissing and rolling my eyes at him. "He said Alpha Barker still does not believe that you are dead. Kessler and Elena have confirmed it, but he still doesn't believe it," Marroak said. "That's great news," I said happily. "I can see your mood has changed," Marrock said.

"Wait, what? My brother? That's impossible. He's dead." "No," the Watchman replies, "he is one of us." "You aren't making sense!" I shout as I stomp toward him, every emotion I haven't let go of for months slamming to the surface. "Stop screwing with me! My brother was my life and he's buried in that grave I visit almost every single day!" My screams echo loudly along the walls. His head shifts and he looks over at me, locking his eyes with mine. I see their slight yellow glow underneath his black hood.

"Watching my mother die in the snow. Watching my father fall to the shadow. Watching my brothers suffer in silence. Watching Ravenna fight—the king, the shadow, the watchers, the fissure. Watching and doing nothing. I thought I was protecting them by watching. I thought I was keeping them safe. But I was only protecting myself. I was only hiding. Now I have stopped watching. Now I am fighting. Now I am here. Now I am home." The pack wept. The flames rose higher, licking at the darkening sky. The smoke curled upward, carrying the souls of the fallen to wherever wolves go when they die. I raised the Kingslayer. The symbols flickered, then blazed—gold and silver, bright as the sun, bright as th

A husband, a wife and their only son. Colours, black and white. It was all black and white. Black and white meant death. So only two things held colour. Only two living things in the painting. Himself, and the fire. Ashleigh left Damien to himself for a few minutes. She knew the healing was not up to her but up to him. She was looking at some of the other awareness posters and some paintings around. After a while Damien approached her. "Ready to try again?" she asked him. "Yeah."

"You know Alex, in order to wash their hands of the problem, the higher-ups of the human race created a scenario as if all the murders that occurred were the work of vampires from the Echelon clan. The human officials covered up the fact that they had captured the vampire officials of the Echelon Clan and drank the blood of the clan officials. They also covered up the truth about who the real killers were out there. Damian said in his heavy voice, which sounded very cold. Alex shifted his eyes from the book to Damian. To be honest, Alex was horrified to read what was written in the book. He couldn't imagine how cruel the humans had been to the Echelon clan. He also felt sad for the fate of t

Kaelen commanded. The Shadow-Guards fanned out, their shields overlapping. From the alleyways, the Grey-Walkers drifted out in silence. They didn't use swords; they lunged with fingers that looked like sharpened quills. I watched in horror as a Shadow-Guard to my left was touched by a Grey-Walker’s shroud. He didn't bleed. He simply turned grey. His armor, his horse, and his face faded into a dull, charcoal sketch before dissolving into a pile of fine ash.

Vic started. “We’ve checked their home, there is no scent of them anywhere, at all.” Mimi continued. “It’s like…they never existed. Vic finished. “Are the teams ready?” Kydence asked as they walked down some stairs and into a huge conference room and there stood fifty Shadow warriors dressed in black from head to toe, the only part of their body to be seen was their eyes, even then they used black contacts. They couldn’t allow anyone to know who they are and what they look like. Any little thing could identify them. They took no chances.