Lion's Blade Task Force Novels & Stories

He had been at Lucian’s side too long to fear him, though even now, standing this close to his Alpha’s fury felt like standing before a storm about to break. Lucian rose to his full height, water dripping from his fingers like fresh blood. His coat was torn at the edges, his dark hair damp from rain and sweat, his breath ragged. “Every den, every camp, every whisper — I will scour it. Do you hear me? I will rip open this world stone by stone until I drag her back.” Kael’s jaw tightened. “And what will be left of Stormfang when you’re done?” Lucian’s lips peeled back from his teeth. “Stormfang exists because I keep it breathing. They will endure. They have no choice.”

She ran a hand over his firm ass, then gave it a hard slap before leaping for a towel. *** They sat around the table, stuffed to the gills, listening to Lizzy tune her guitar. She sat next to Johnny as he traced lazy fingers over the back of her neck. “Why do you refer to Ryker’s team as the ‘threes’?” Lizzy asked. Donnie looked for confirmation from Johnny before answering. “We can’t give you any specifics, but there are six teams situated around the world. We all work for a task force that identifies key militant leaders and topples them from their infamous perches. Leaders who have gained momentum and power and are a direct threat to US assets and facilities. Men who are protected by mone

I passed her a quick smile of my ow before it vanished, and I marched confidently in front of the restless packs. “THAT’S ENOUGH!” I shouted with a vexed frown as I glanced sternly at them all, but it worked as they all immediately shut their mouths and looked at me with surprise. “I know you’re all wondering what’s going to happen and when we’re going to attack the moon wolves, but my goodness! Control yourselves and stop blurting out a dozen questions at once. I am the Luna of the sun wolves and Roman is a Lycan of the earth wolves, so why are you showing such little faith? You are not going to be led into a suicide mission, or a fight that we have impossible chances of winning. I already

Viktor stated. “Yes, we did,” Greer cut in. “So, Blade made a run on our compound, trying to burn it down. Then the Cherokee messed that up for him.” “So now, he comes to parley?” Viktor looked at Greer then Breed. “No, it is his top men,” Crow answered this. “Blade isn’t with them.” “So I will go out and see what they want,” Breed told them.

Meanwhile, a young man made his way to Adrian and said, “Sir, I killed that man from Internal Affairs and the whole city is searching for Kayn. It seems like Chase is rushing this.” The young man, Blade, was the captain of Wyvern Peak’s Steelblade Troop, and his family home was in Southeast. He had returned to his hometown but was called out by Mya to help with the emergency. Adrian got up from the sofa and said to Blade, “Does any of our troops come from Windton?” Blade said, “Yes. The data from Wyvern Peak shows that we have four thousand and two hundred people from Windton and they’ve all returned to their homes recently. Why are you bringing this up?”

My confidence hurdled back into my chest. All of them vowed to help defeat Blade. They were all ready to die for the sake of saving one of their own. Nixon wasn’t just their Beta, he was among them, and he was family. All of them, including Alpha Axel, who is always encouraging me to do better and telling me that they will never leave me. They came here with me to save him, whatever it takes. When the army went to a full stop, that was when I saw the final arrival. Blade finally came. He is with his fleet of warriors ready to devour all of us. They confidently marched and looked at us like prey.

At least we won’t suffocate today. Then the door opens, and a hulking wolf strides in, sporting a severe military haircut and the uniform of the Elite Task Force. He drops a laptop onto the lectern and messes with some cables until his slides appear on a projector screen. The title reads “Coordinating Territory Defence and Pack Mobilization.” I suppress a groan. Riveting.

With eyes that were murderous and dangerous, he slammed into Muscles, sending his flying into the walls of the cave with a massive boom! *BANG* The cave shook strongly, indicating the beginning of a battle that had been inaugurated in the most bloody fashion by the Blade Lion. The man in question, Razor, merely chuckled – giving off a frightening appearance with his large mouth stretched fully and exposing his sharp teeth – and threw away the head he had torn off towards another minion. Then he charged into the path the minion had taken to avoid the powerful throw and slammed his fist into its neck, killing it instantly! It took only a few seconds for all this to happen. When the playful min

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

The blade passed harmlessly through, leaving nothing but rippling darkness in its wake. Kael didn’t stop. He pivoted instantly, dragging his blade back across the arc where the figure reformed. This time, he infused the strike with everything he had—speed, force, and a raw edge of fury that burned through his veins. The shadows recoiled. Not much. But enough. A faint ripple—like something real had been touched. “There you are,” Kael muttered. Behind him, Lira darted forward, her twin blades flashing as she slashed through the lingering tendrils. “So it can be hit,” she said, breath steady despite the tension. “That’s something.”