Frank Woods Black Ops 1 Novels & Stories

It can't be. *** The previous day, below the city's ground... The black haired girl skipped through the falling ceiling and dead bodies. She stopped just outside of storage. Her hair swung, revealing a golden eagle with red eyes on her leather jacket. "Where are the rest?" asked someone behind her. She turned around, revealing her green eyes and tanned skin. Her short frame doesn't make her afraid despite the blonde muscular guy standing in front of her. "They're coming," she answered. "Good. Do you have any information on Victor Clyde?"

Cough—! The smiles on Alexander and Lucas's faces froze instantly. Both of them sprayed mouthfuls of blood. The sound of their kneecaps shattering echoed crisply across the ice as they were forced violently to the ground. They looked up in horror, staring at me in disbelief. "This... this is Imperial pressure? How is this possible... you're just a support-type White Wolf..." "Support?" I sneered, walking down the steps one by one. With every step I took, the pressure on their bodies doubled. "That was only because I was willing to uplift you. Without my blessing, you are less than stray dogs."

"Elias was... occupied. He and Damien Blackwood have turned the corporate succession into a deeply chaotic, primitive bloodbath. They’re currently burning down their own perimeter keys in the dark just to see who can hold the other down the longest." Vance let out a dry, hacking laugh that turned into a wet cough. "The golden boy and the wolf of Wall Street. I told Victor back in 2017 that the Blackwood obsession would eventually turn into a physical infection if he didn't cauterize the line. He didn't listen. He thought metrics could contain raw instinct." "Metrics can't," Sophia agreed, stopping right at the edge of the pine desk. She leaned down slightly, the movement causing the faint, s

"Byron's power is weak right now. He can't fight back effectively. This is the perfect time." "Understood," Elias said. "I'll mobilize all of the Ridge Pack's commercial resources immediately. The Blackwood pack's overseas assets, correct?" "Correct. Start with their logistics hubs, then their manufacturing bases." I opened a world map. "I want to watch his empire turn to ash, piece by piece." "Consider it done. The operation will begin tomorrow." After ending the link, I continued to wait by the computer for a response to my bounty. For three whole days, I received countless messages.

I loved my boots just the way they were. The drive started off nicely as we followed Chris location, Siri’s voice being of major help as we swerved lanes. “I spot prince charming,” I hummed tapping the arm of the chair, facing out the car window. Chris Ryder’s poster for his new movie, Silver Sworn was literally everywhere, only switching simultaneously with Justin Star Ryder’s top charting single. He was posed in his old English assassin type attire holding the sandix, the supposed thing he had to guard through the whole movie. His hair was dyed a glimmering silver, bringing out his natural blue eyes. Britney scoffed, turning left per siri’s instruction, “mm,” she hummed.

We lose them, we lose everything. The courtyard is rubble. Tanks rusted to skeletons. Blood drying. We train in the grave we made. “Form up!” Rowan shouts. Duskbane wolves take the left. Three hundred. Thorns center. Twenty. Redfang right. Fifty. And between them: me. “Blackmire’s vessel is eight,” I say. Loud. No mic. Just lung. “He eats hearts. He doesn’t do portals. He hunts. That means ground war. That means he’s bringing packs with him.”

He walks past me, close enough that I have to press myself further into the shadows. I don’t move. I hold my breath . He stops near the wall and presses something. A soft click sounds. I risk a small glance. A part of the wall opens and a safe is revealed. He reaches inside and pulls something out. A gun. Cold metal catches the light. Then a file thicker than the others. I try to see it. I lean just slightly— but I’m too far I can’t read anything. “Damn it,” I breathe silently. He keeps talking, voice calm, controlled.

"No one else needs to carry this burden." The three of us stood in silence as the last of the files caught flame, the final pieces of James Blackwood's systematic blackmail operation consumed by heat and light. When only ashes remained, the facility director approached with forms requiring signature, official documentation that the destruction had been completed according to federal protocols for sensitive materials.

"Blackwood Heavy Industries manufactures the turbines for your stealth bombers. Blackwood Financial holds forty percent of the municipal debt of New York State. And the energy grid that my Queen just saved from a multidimensional cosmic horror? I own the servers that route it." The Mayor whimpered, staring at the financial documents on the tablet. "You don't have the capital to seize me, General," Killian continued, his Alpha runes beginning to glow faintly beneath his expensive shirt collar. "And you certainly don't have the firepower to contain me." "Arrest them!" the General shrieked, his military composure completely shattering. The eight operatives drew their weapons, aiming directly at

But it was completely outmatched. Moving with terrifying, silent synchronization, the Blackwood warriors had systematically cut off every single escape route. Jax’s towering, dark-furred wolf flanked the right, his massive paws tearing up the forest floor as he drove the beast inward. Three other heavily muscled guards flanked the left, forming a coordinated, impenetrable wall of predatory muscle. They drove the massive boar straight into a steep, rocky ravine, pinning it completely. The beast spun around, lowering its tusks and letting out a furious, deafening squeal, ready to gore the first wolf that stepped into its strike zone.