Romans & histoires Lion's Blade Task Force

Birds of a feather, but with secrets that ate them up like a cancer! "I'm proposing a joint task force," Alpha Aldric continued. "We need the Lycans, the werewolves, possibly... even the vampires. We need to retrieve the artifacts by any means possible. It's a suicide mission, but it's worth it... for the sake of the world." Aldric's eyes moved across the table slowly, falling on Rya. She leaned back in her chair, one eyebrow lifting slightly. "Your participation is not negotiable," he spat at her. "Remember that SilverFang's actions led us to where we are at the moment. And so, SilverFang will help fight it, or face Lycan retribution"

added several seasoned members of the law enforcement team. "Where is Blade now?" Willa frowned. "Use military satellites to lock onto his location. I'll personally lead the arrest!" Hearing this, the law enforcement team members exploded with shock. Damn it! Law enforcement teams from other places would avoid Blade like the plague. But then, there was Willa. She not only refused to back down, but also wanted to actively go after him! "Captain, Blade is the head of the Bloodfang Order! Shouldn't we make a long-term plan? Or request reinforcements from the mayor? We can't take on someone like him with just our team..."

It was the party that Hidden Bow had abandoned when they tried to attack Kirou in the Northern Swampland a few hours back. While Kirou was observing the group, the group members were observing Kirou as well. At the back, a Lycan equipped with a greatsword was speaking to the party members that Kirou recognized, "You sure this is the guy that wiped out your party, Blade Fiend?" Being addressed by the Lycan warrior, Blade Fiend nodded with a serious expression on his face before speaking up, "Yes, leader. He's the one that killed all of us. He was using his 'Lycan Transformation' when he fought us but I can recognize those weapons of his anywhere."

Velda's debts and the Western Tribes' hidden blades would all be settled here on the southern border. Alpha Lance adjusted tactics with precision, leading the charge like a well-oiled machine, his golden-trimmed blade cutting through enemies. The blade sliced through the Western Tribes' wolf warriors' armor, avoiding fatal spots to leave deep gashes around joints—a psychological tactic to overwhelm the enemy's medical capacity. This wasn't mercy. As a werewolf general with a decade of experience on the southern border, Lance understood better than anyone: overwhelming the enemy's medical capacity with casualties was more intimidating than direct kills.

“Fine. I know you’ve been in contact with him. Tell him you’re taking me back. I don’t care what you say to him, but make sure he knows I’m coming back,“ I said coolly, making sure not to say his name because I knew I’d combust. There was a moment of silence before Luke spoke hesitantly. “Luna, we can’t.” Moving faster than he could blink, I turned and threw the knife in his direction. I made sure it didn’t actually hit him, but he felt it whizzed by his head and landed its tip into a tree a few feet away from him. The sound of the knife wiggling due to the force of impact rang out like shots fired from a gun through the forest. He froze, eyes wide like the others. Their hearts pounded fast.

I couldn’t let this happen. No, I told myself firmly, teeth clenched. It didn’t matter who they were, wolf or human. The risk was too great. I couldn’t jeopardize the pack. I couldn’t destroy everything my family had built. And I already had a Luna, chosen by my father, approved by my bloodline, trained to rule beside me. I hadn’t marked her yet, but we were as good as bound. ‘Must go to mate,’ Blade snarled, when he noticed I had began dwindling, he was frustrated now. The pull was affecting him more with every second, and I could feel his will pushing against mine, ready to take control.

Could it be that they were sent by Caspian to rescue her? At the thought of this, Sherry suddenly understood why Aria and the others were so skilled. They were all elite soldiers selected from thousands and had undergone intensive training. So, it was a piece of cake for them to deal with these ordinary people. "Mom, what's Task Force Rose?" Blake asked in confusion. "They're a mysterious special forces organization in the country. They're undercover in Diatoran to obtain important information and complete impossible extreme tasks!" Lacey said. "Could they be Caspian's subordinates?" Blake exclaimed in surprise.

asked David. "Special Task Force is divided into four teams A, B, C, and D. Team C and D are only responsible for the events triggered by the first-class martial artist, while Team B is the watershed responsible for the events triggered by masters in the Tiger Rank," explained Rupert. "What about Team A? Isn't there a Team A?" asked David. "Team A is elusive. They only show up when Team B can't settle an incident, which is rare, so I don't know much about them either."

It was the dawn of a new era. Captain Lionel of the Aeternum Special Forces was no stranger to high-stakes missions. Personally tasked by the President of Aeternum, his orders were clear: secure Black Eagle Town ahead of the Eastern Troops. Leading his elite 50-man assault team, Lionel knew the task required precision, speed, and unrelenting focus. The plan was simple. Move ahead of the main army, secure the town's gates, take control of its governance, and prepare the area for the President’s arrival. Failure was not an option.

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.