Frank Woods Black Ops 1 Novels & Stories

With shaking fingers, he pressed play. The room fell into complete silence as the video began. Every lie. Every rumor. Every insinuation. Each word was like a knife driven into Ethan's chest. By the time the video ended, his breathing had become ragged. He covered his face with one hand, then exploded. "Fuck!" He stood abruptly. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The raw anguish in his voice stunned everyone in the room. Even Pete clenched his jaw, his expression darkening with fury. Ethan turned to him, his eyes blazing.

Swarm beasts surge immediate—carapace clicking silent, mouths yawning wide, eyes like broken stars. Navy SEALs drop in seconds later—black ops choppers cloaked, fast-roping down, rifles spitting void-piercing rounds. Marines storm from subway entrances—armored columns pushing up, heavy weapons glowing with integrated runes. USSF classified black ops melt from shadows—stealth suits shimmering, plasma blades igniting blue. **SEAL Captain (comms, calm):** “Storm Queen, grid locked. Black ops on flanks. Lances hot—waiting your mark.”

~ SIERRA ~ Dark. There was nothing but darkness for miles. Sierra couldn’t see anything in front of her. The last thing she remembered was seeing Raphael holding a gun to Colton's back and she jumped as fast as she could. The loud piercing sound of the gun cut through the air and that was it. Everything turned dark after that.

TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEW The city's skyline remained veiled in the hush of pre-dawn darkness as the final operation commenced. A dense fog pressed low to the ground, softening the sharp glint of streetlamps and casting the streets in a spectral luminescence. Silence reigned, but it was a fragile illusion. Beneath it surged a thousand synchronized heartbeats, each one tuned to urgency and resolve. Drones whispered overhead, their sensors sweeping for heat signatures. Clad in black, the operatives moved like shadows, slipping through alleyways with phantom precision. No sirens pierced the night. No warnings echoed through the air. Only silence, coiled, tense, and ready to snap.

TeamWork The red team cleans up the bricks that were left behind by the castle; they also took the castle walls down that was still standing. Voss had a great idea to recycle the old bricks; he sends the bricks to the green and Yellow teams, making bricks. Voss also had the people outline the land with white non-removable chalk.

THIRD PERSON'S POV “No matter what, we have to end this war today,” Alex commanded his team as the sun went below the horizon. The Golden shifters in Alex’s army stood there alert. Their ears perked up to catch the slightest sounds. Their senses strained in wait for their enemies. The sound of several shots sounded in the air and before they knew it, all the four hundred shifters in their team were stung with amethyst needles. The enemies had decided to use a stealth strategy. Golden wisps of energy streamed into the clearing as the opponents attacked Alex and his army in their energy form.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

I was drawn to him with an inexplicable force that made my heart stumble. He stepped closer, lowering himself to my height. A fleeting smile ghosted across his lips. “So you’re the girl hiding in the woods,” he said, his voice low and rasped. “I’ve heard the rumors, the black wolf that haunts the full moon.” I said nothing. My voice unused for years, maybe I've forgotten how to speak. I only stared. “No need to fear, my dear,” he murmured. “While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.”

Behind her are Seyla, Rowan, and… Luca. Oh Gods. Kill me now. Every single one of them comes to a stop. Seyla’s eyes immediately lock onto my face. Rowan’s eyes immediately lock onto Callan. Luca’s eyes lock onto Callan. And ten feet behind Callan, whom I didn’t even notice before during my spiral, Fenrir. The massive direwolf stands several feet behind his bonded, black eyes silently watching. I swear the beast is the size of a horse. Silence falls. Then Rowan breaks it.

Everything was cleared out, except the sofa and bed. I walked to the kitchen to see if there was anything when suddenly, I heard a beep from my phone. Looking at it, I noticed a service bar, but it quickly disappeared. What the heck? I neared the door, and it was turning off and on. Peeking out the window, I made sure the coast was clear and opened the door to walk out. Holding my phone, I got two bars and quickly dialed Sinister’s number. “Sin-“ I said as I was cut short by Sudden pain and everything went black.