Lion's Blade Task Force Novels & Stories

Drones deployed, their lenses reading heat patterns across entire countrysides. The official statement, repeated by every government mouthpiece, was identical: “We are handling the situation. There is no threat to public safety.” But behind closed doors, they knew the truth. This was not just a creature. This was the beginning of apocalypse. The Blackglass Task Force Major Rivera strode down the hangar, her boots echoing against the concrete. Before her, Blackglass squads assembled in formation. Each soldier’s armor was matte black, helmets faceless, rifles modified with tech the public would never know existed. Their belts carried restraints that hummed faintly with electricity, devices tun

"My sources inform me that these men are from MoonBlade. The weapons they carry come from SilverFang, but the bullets are manufactured by MoonBlade. These are not assumptions but facts. Otherwise, I would simply remind everyone that MoonBlade has always despised SilverFang. Yet I suspect that explanation alone would fail to convince our Alpha King, considering he's attempting an alliance with them through the Luna." Without missing a beat, Leo returned to the matter of the weapons, as though he had not just insulted my intelligence and painted Alex as someone bargaining with the enemy. These were the very people responsible for this conspiracy, yet they had stepped into the light to speak of

Alexander looked at them and asked, "Are you still going to kill me? Beat me up?" The siblings stiffened and smiled bitterly. They were just making a fool of themselves in front of the Lord of War. Moreover, if they dared to disrespect him, even if Alexander had mercy on them and let them live, the special task force would not let them off the hook. Offending the Lord of War would be met with death. "Don't be a disgrace to the Light Saber Special Task Force," said Alexander before turning and leaving. Aspen and Bianca looked dazed as they watched him leave, and they only regained their senses after a while. By then, they were already sweating profusely.

“Warriors of the Blue Lily pack. I have gathered you all here today to officially thank you for the effort you have put into the growth of this pack. Yes, I know that's not enough reason to summon you all, but without you, our pack would not have the strength to defend itself against her enemies. Neither would we have the courage to move on…” Where is Micheal going with this? What does he hope to achieve with this? ...you have fought bravely in every battle that came our way, and now we must fight once more… I turned to Micheal with wide eyes and internally shook my head, hoping he wasn't going to say what I thought he wanted to say. Could you not say it? Could you not say it? ...for in the

Or so I thought. "Wow... at least he didn't keep absolutely everything from you." She grinned, a genuine, warm expression that momentarily lightened the heavy atmosphere. Then, her demeanor shifted, becoming serious once more as she continued. "Ravon’s blade, Eleanor, was not just any weapon. It was an ancient relic, crafted with malevolent intent by a deeply resentful son of the Alpha of the Lycans back then. His singular, all-consuming goal was to utterly destroy the entire existence of the Lycan race, fueled by nothing but pure, unadulterated anger. During that ancient war, his own son was able to stop him, but he couldn't destroy the blade itself. He managed to trap his father undergroun

Then he continues , “I am assigning a task force to question each of our wolves! Damian, I want the best description you have of the wolf for the force and we will need you to identify them once we have narrowed it down. Spooky, you and Riff are going to work with Chris and Karl to head up the task force, you four will get your most trustworthy wolves on it!” “Can Ashe be on the task force, I know they are not from our pack, but I trust them to be honest and critical more than some of our own?” Riff pipes up. I see Ashe flush, and realize they have been holding Selyna’s hand. I feel a tinge of jealousy, I know they are best friends and it is clear to me now that there is nothing more betwee

River A map of Blade's packlands was spread on his desk. He might not be joining in with Ellie to fight against Crying Wolf, but that didn't mean he couldn't launch his own attack. He was still hurt and angry at Ellie and Ulysses, but Blade didn't have the right to touch anyone the way he had Ellie, let alone the leader of another pack. So, even though he'd be acting independently, he planned to make sure Blade knew in no uncertain terms what his stance was when it came to attacking unsuspecting wolves out on runs in their own packlands.

“They were—“ “Excuse me, Your Majesties,” Blade said coming towards them. Daphne tried not to sigh as she looked up at Blade. “It’s… a matter of importance.” Arthur sighed and looked at Blade, “I know it is if you’ve come to find me. What happened?” Yesterday, Blade led the first patrol after training the werewolves that had come to help Sharp Armor. It had gone smoother than the last time they’d had aid from other territories until they neared the border.

They possess skills that leave no trace behind. I observe them with apprehension, my uncertainty evident in my gaze. "Are you sure they can handle this? It's a delicate matter, and I need it done swiftly and without a trace," I express anxiously. Blade's sinister smile sends shivers down my spine as he confidently responds, "Don't worry, Salena. We're professionals. We leave no loose ends. Your mate will disappear, and no one will suspect a thing." Within the confines of a dimly lit safehouse, I sit at a table surrounded by Blade, Viper, and Reaper. The atmosphere is charged with tension as we discuss the intricacies of our plan, careful to keep our voices low.

Colt and I were tasked with trying to identify the girls in the pictures and passing the names off to Jake who was feeding them to someone in his office who was inputting them into a database of some kind. The shit was tedious at best, but we needed it done. Blade, because of his work with kids who'd been abused had a few strings he could pull and was busy making calls, and me I was just waiting for dark so I could head up into the hills. "Creed, you really planning to sit around here with your thumb up your ass while these fucks molt in the hills?" Lyon didn't even pick his head up or miss a step when he asked me that question under his breath so the rest of the room couldn't hear. "Nope."