Deathwatch Black Shields Novels & Stories

The boy screamed as he began falling through developing gap toward water flowing forty feet below. Without hesitation transcending tactical evaluation, the Shadow Knight moved with transformed capability beyond physical limitation. His midnight substance extended across intervening distance without requiring conventional traversal, cosmic awareness perceiving precise intervention necessary for civilian protection beyond operational objective. Constellation patterns shifted within extended essence as forgotten souls contributed collective determination regarding innocent preservation beyond military engagement.

Leaning back on the seat to place the empty cup aside. " That's what everyone thought till now. But I don't believe it. " Creases appear on Hades forehead as he looks at her in confusion. His arms resting on his thigh. " Why?" " Remember what I told you son. Humans die, souls don't die. Everyone thinks that Thaneos and Death wolf both died. But I had my doubts." " Thaneos died that day but I don't think Death wolf died" " His soul still had a purpose to live for. To avenge his lover's death. And for that I know he will come back again....."

Suddenly, the front door was kicked open with a harsh crash, and one of his panting henchmen rushed inside. "Sir..." With the cold barrel of the gun still pressed firmly under my chin, Archie snapped his head toward the guard. I closed my eyes, releasing the shaky breath I had been holding. My lips trembled as I braced myself for death, waiting for the fatal shot, until I heard the guard speak. "Someone found our location, sir. We're compromised." Before I could even react to the news, the cold metal of the gun violently collided with the side of my head, and everything went completely black.

We arrived the night of the full moon, when their defenses were weakest, and their attention was turned to celebration. The timing was cruelly perfect. Their rituals had just begun. Laughter echoed through the trees. Drums pounded in the distance. Fires crackled as they danced, unaware that death was already upon them. But there was no true battle, not really. Xareth’s soldiers and the Thornveil Watchers descended like shadows, silent and swift. The Watchers, with their ability to travel underground, emerged from beneath the feet of their enemies like nightmares made flesh. Within minutes, the celebration turned to slaughter.

"Alpha Terren is not dead. He has survived the severance of the bond. He has declared Audrey a thief and a traitor to the blood. He is calling for the 'Blood-Debt' to be paid... and he has hired the Black Guard mercenaries to hunt her down." The room went ice-cold. The Black Guard were not wolves; they were monsters who specialized in killing Shifters. Audrey felt the ground tilt. Her father was coming. And he wasn't coming for a daughter—he was coming to erase the evidence of his lies. "Let him come," Audrey said, her voice dropping to a whisper that carried more weight than a scream. The torches in the room flared white, the heat suddenly becoming intense. "He thinks he's hunting a rabbit.

Convel’s POV This is the day every werewolf in our pack is waiting for; the festival of the red blood moon that only happens once every 10 years. Blood moon appears to be the werewolves’ source of strength during the great war centuries ago. “Convel!” I follow the voice, and it leads me to one of our dungeon guards. “Do we have any problem?” I take a quick look at the entrance of the dungeon, worrying if something happened. “Nothing happened, but the prisoner screamed so loud last night.”

Gray asks him, as we all take in the wreckage that was our camp. Strips of cloth and bent and broken metal, that just a few hours ago were tents, lay in tatters, skewered all over the ground. Tons of blood stains the dark brown forest floor. Torn pieces of bloodied flesh scattered across our campsite. I can’t help the sigh that escapes my lips. Luckily, nobody is paying any attention to me. “They’ll be okay,” Bo answers, his blue eyes dark with the reality of our current situation. “I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.”

She waited, patiently, because she knew, today was the day, where she would put an end to it all. A horn was soon blown and it resounded in the air. Soon, the other covens heard about it and they started to make their way to Athens. They all wanted to see for themselves if the death warrior was really back. Arkadia arrived at Athens and all their people gathered in a place, separated from the Silver-Crest coven, followed by the Night Raiders, ruled by Gabriel. They all trooped in with their people one after the other and then, the coven who never make themselves known, soon arrived. It was the Dark shadows Coven. They were all men, and they are the brothers of the Blackburns.

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

He was obviously just using it as an office and there were no personal effects in it at all. "Well, how are you at taking down protective shields?" He asked. "Shields aren't as hard as people think. But I didn't put the shield up. So, it will take a little longer for me to take it down." She explained. "I need to get a shield taken down that is covering a werewolf pack." Evan says. "Alpha Jackson and Luna Taylor. Red Moon Pack." The woman guessed. "That's right. You've been doing your homework." He says.