Guardia Negra Novels & Stories

"That's right! Not the vampires, the werewolves, the elves, not even the spirits, are the monsters down here! We are! Tell me again what are we!?" "WE ARE FEAR!" "Now let's remind these so called apex predators what fear is!" "HAOOOO!!!" Alayna's sight cleared out in time to see at least one hundred people in all black plate armor all wearing masks Not like Havoc's but picture one similar to the Anubis statues except growling and baring it's fangs. "This is a new unit of The Black Guard working directly under me. I give you The hounds Of Hell." "Haoo!" The hounds echoed in response to their introduction.

He couldn't be killed; everyone who attempted it died without getting a chance to tell the tales. "King Damian." Sabrina's voice stung. I halted my steps, waiting for her to catch up to me. She arrived seconds later, her hands gripping onto a bottle of blood. "You'll need this for your strength; we don't know what's on the mountaintop." I knew what it was. The mountain was the Ancients vampire lair years back; he couldn't let it go, not now at least. "Momo the Guardian has somehow been killed by the Shadow Striga. There's no guardian to stop his rule; we have to do this ourselves." She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

​The UN Extraction Zone was a neon-lit scar on the outskirts of Neo-Tokyo. What used to be a high-end logistics hub for the Vane empire had been converted into a high-security "Processing Center" in less than forty-eight hours. From the shadows of a rusted shipping container, Leo Vane watched the movement of the "Peacekeeper" guards. They were different from the Council’s Erasers, less robotic, but more efficient, equipped with sonic-dampeners that could neutralize a shifter’s roar before it even left their throat.

To our left, ancient olive trees stood like gnarled sentinels and their leaves seemed to reflect the silvery moonlight. We got closer to the gates and Miguel slowed his pace. He didn't look at me, his gaze was fixed on the security cameras nestled in the stone pillars ahead and his voice took on different weight. "Forget everything you think you know about street thugs and back-alley deals, Alejandro," Miguel said softly. I could not help but process what he must have meant by that. Instinctively my own pace slowed. "The men behind these gates don't call themselves 'Mafia.' They are the Guardiani del Codice—the Guardians of the Code."

Beta Noir was leading the patrol group for the night. He had made it his utmost aim to catch and extract information from every rogue lurking around in the darkness. He geared up himself before leaving for the packed gate where he’d meet the speedy awaiting group. He flexed up his muscles underneath his shadow black armor shins. Noir never really fancied color that much. As he approached the gate, he saw Alpha Damon come through it. He halted and bowed his head.

The engine of the Council’s lead SUV didn't just roar; it screamed as Kaelen ripped the driver’s side door off its hinges Everything happened in a blur of silver and shadow. Elena’s guards were fast, but Kaelen was a Black-Shuck Alpha fueled by the raw, desperate energy of the Life-Tether. He moved like a glitch in reality, a streak of obsidian fur and human rage. Before the first guard could even chamber a silver round, Kaelen had slammed him into the dirt and snatched the keys from the ignition of the second vehicle.

Dead because Viktor Russo wanted to eliminate everyone who knew too much about his dealings. "Fall back to defensive positions," I ordered. "Protect the east wing. We're going underground." "Copy that. But Boss, they're going to breach the main entrance any minute now." "Then make them regret it." I switched channels. "All units, this is Moretti. Code Black. Full engagement authorized. No prisoners." Code Black meant total war. Every weapon, every defensive measure, everything we had. The mansion would become a killbox. Another volley of bullets shredded what was left of the windows. One round hit inches from Aria's head, and I felt her flinch beneath me.

*Rowan* The lights flickered once, then cut completely. Malik looked up from the tablet, calm as ever. “District blackout successful. No signals. No GPS. No comms.” “Good,” I said, voice low. “Make sure it stays dark.” He nodded, already setting firewalls behind the collapse. Santiago paced by the window, phone pressed to his ear. “Yelena and Jacek just lit the match. Warehouse down. Bodies confirmed.”

I can’t see the energy, but it’s there…and it infected Evander. The banshee screams again, but Evander doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t react at all. Slowly, he gets to his feet. “Can you hear me?” I ask, heart racing. Binx snaps the neck of the scrapper he’s fighting and comes over, getting a read on Evander’s energy. Evander looks Binx up and charges at me. Binx knocks him to the ground and Evander jumps up, holding out his hands to cast a curse on me.