Lion's Blade Task Force Novels & Stories

Killian looked back one final time at his brave family, then at his loyal friends, before lifting the flaming Blade of the First Alpha high into the crimson air. *For Blackthorn.* *For every pack.* *For our future!* The thunderous, united howl of the allied wolves answered his call, shaking the very foundations of the island. The Last Battle of the Eclipse War had officially begun.

They don't know that the wolves are done hiding. They don't know that an alpha has decided to fight back. And they definitely don't know about the woman who spent fifty years building a resistance, waiting for this moment. Dante's phone buzzes. A text from Agent Morrison: Heard about Beacon Point. The Task Force is in. We're with you. Let's take these bastards down. More texts follow. From Alpha Chen, Alpha Rivera, and even Alpha Blackthorn, packs pledging support, offering resources, and ready to fight.

"Positions! Defensive formation around the Luna!" I grabbed my blade and pushed out of the tent. Chaos greeted me. Our camp was under assault from all sides. But these were not rogues—these were trained warriors wearing the colours of Silver Moon pack. Theron's wolves. "Kaia!" Lyra materialized beside me, her sword already bloody.

None of us moved a muscle as they successfully landed because of the blades. The blade eventually slowed, and men in black suits hopped out of the helicopters. They stood gallantly in a horizontal line formation. Each man is as huge as a mountain. Their auras were as icy as the Arctic itself. One I was deeply familiar with. Lancel and I brought our claws out, ready for combat. Mate! My wolf yelled in my core as the door of the last helicopter slid open. “Stand ready!” One of the men announced. “The Lioness of the Blackvines Pack has arrived!”

“Does this mean something?” Edward, who I’ve always viewed as father figure, is now all hunter in his response. “It means that you’re not just any hunter. And that’s as scary as it is promising.” Rion leans in so close his voice is almost private, “There’s a legend that the Orion blades can split in two.” He’s joking, I think—until I flick my wrist, and the blade separates perfectly down the center, each half locking into my hands like twin extensions of my own arms. The blue light flares, briefly blinding.

Caine eyed the blade, running his fingers around the blade and checking the handle that held the blade in place. "This is no ordinary blade," Cainw said, his voice low and serious. He recognized the emblem immediately. "It bears the mark of the Diamond Shadow pack. It doesn't just bear the mark of the Diamond Shadow pac. Anyone who is in possession of a blade like this is on a special mission given by their Alpha. And it serves as the mantle of authority passed from the Alpha to the warriors who possessed this," Caine explained, still scrutinising the blade. "With this blad, the person in possession can have direct access to the Alpha. Not even the head of the warriors can match the person's

This old blade, stained with blood that had fused with the metal, emanated a chilling killing intent, evoking the brutality and bloodshed of the past. Seeing Kiran's interest in the blade, Lilian explained, "This blade is a trophy from the battle at Belleford Mountain, where Sect Leader Axel Yanes defeated the top master of Sunland." Hearing that it was Axel Yanes' trophy, Kiran felt a deep respect. "During that battle, Sect Leader Yanes summoned the dragon spirit of Belleford Mountain to slay his opponent," Lilian added somberly. "This blade has killed many of our people, and despite being here for years, it remains tainted with evil."

Then Thames turned to me. "Corvus… the Dark One is a Lycan gone rogue." "A Lycan gone rogue?" I turned to him with a start. "I've heard of werewolves going rogue, but not a Lycan going rogue." "He was one of them, Neriah. A highly trusted warrior under the Lycan Leader's rule, a Shadowblade." I paused, and my eyes widened with shock. Shadowblades were secret assassins of the Lycan race. They operated from the shadows, doing the dirty work of the packs, eliminating enemies, covering up scandals, and protecting powerful bloodlines. They were loyal till death.

Part of their initiation was killing a real lion to become full-fledged members. Even the Black Dragons were frozen in shock. It was like watching multiple duplicates of their master—same deadly speed, same merciless skill using only fingers and feet. Scarlet Blade’s hair stood on end when he saw one Black Lion bite off a Dragon Knight’s ear before smashing him against a wall like paper. They were truly ruthless. The Dragons had killed before, but never eaten parts of human flesh. Scarlet Blade remembered Deadly Scythe mentioning the Black Lion, also under their master’s command—but he never imagined they were this feral. How could such monsters be working for their master?

“No, my King. In an attack, maybe one or two. Because the rogues themselves were wolves, and unlike Lycans, they wouldn’t have been able to hold the silver blade in their hands. Those who have the blades normally don’t shift, and they come out last on the battlefield to surprise us. Essentially, to stab us while we’re focusing on the shifted rogues.” Xandar stiffened again at the word ‘stab’. Lucianne continued to stroke his shoulder from his side to calm him down. Xandar pondered before he took a good look at the alliance and asked in concern, “How many of you here have been stabbed by the blade before, if I may ask?”