Operation Blackbird Novels & Stories

I had to get out of there, but not before I peeked inside the secret room. I took the pen that he let fall and drew the songbird code on my wrist. I then made out in search of my way towards it. Once I got to it, I knocked. Just as I suspected, they inquired for the code. I exposed my fake tattoo then suddenly, the door jolted open. It revealed a long, stretched, bare, dark corridor illuminated by red and pink neon lights. Was it some sort of club? The girl who had opened the door, stepped out from behind it and pushed it, closed. She had red hair which most of it was tucked under her black beanie. She had on a black mask covering the lower part of her face, her eyes the only ones visible.

Pamela I noticed the pause at the intersection a second too late. The road narrowed without warning, the taxi slowing just enough for instinct to flare. My fingers tightened around my bag. Fear arrived before reason ever could. Pain came first, then darkness. When I woke, my wrists were burning, my head pounding, my mouth thick with blood and grit. The air was damp and cold, heavy with rust and stone, like the inside of something long abandoned and never mourned. The man they call Black Bird stood in front of me. He didn’t rush or sneer. He didn’t even look cruel. That was the most frightening thing of all. “You should’ve stayed gone,” he said calmly.

He glared up at me, his chest heaving under his grime-caked tactical vest. "I didn't mean Draven or the old Duke," Redmond said, his voice dropping into a low, smooth baritone that echoed off the concrete walls. "You haven't fully absorbed our numbers into your syndicate yet, Okoye. Which means the absolute highest authority belonging to the Black Eagle bloodline right now is your prize. Obi Ashford. I’ll pledge my crew's contracts to him." The way he threw out Obi’s name—with that slow, deliberate cadence—was a blatant provocation. He wanted to see if I’d pull my piece just for him uttering the boy's name in this concrete wasteland.

Theo replies, “Ele wouldn’t lie to me, neither would Val.” “Little Bird…” Ace calls out. “Tell Theodore who you are.” Swallowing thickly as the sound of my heart beating erratically fills my ear canals, “Birdene Black.” I state clearly. “And Birdene Black is mine. She bears my mark, and she is under my protection. So, you will tell me where Jaxson Black is, or my men will light this place up like it's the fourth of July, killing as many of your henchmen they see fit to.”

The five member recited the omerta in unison. “We, the eagles, loyal to the missions of the blackbirds. Clear to the visions of the bat. We pledge our honor and loyalty to the missions, swear total secrecy and give our all to ensure that our missions are a success. The black birds omerta; we all swear!” The host: thank you. Welcome on board. Kindly introduce yourselves to the members of the group as the team leaders. Hafsa: hello, I am the white swan. Partner b: lazy bat

The pain was different, it hurts so deep. It was at that point I felt happy that I disobeyed my father. I raised my sword up and headed to cut off the heads of the enemies, I wanted all of them to the ground, dead. The Lunar Dominion Pack has been at War with the Crimson fang Empire and it has been a blood bath ever since the war started. It was gossipped that the curse of death was upon our pack and we will keep fighting until we are all dead. " Are you okay, Princess?" My father's soldier rushed to me.

"My dad. They've secured the pack house. Started rotating all security protocols. Drake's execution is scheduled for tomorrow morning." "How do you feel about that?" "Relieved? He got three wolves killed. He deserves whatever he gets." She paused. "Is that wrong? To feel nothing but relief that a traitor is being executed?" "No. That's justice. He made his choice. Now he faces the consequences." She nodded, setting her phone aside. "Your dad says Black River has gone to ground. No sightings in forty-eight hours. They're either regrouping or they've given up." "They haven't given up. Not with that much money on the line." I pulled her closer unconsciously. "But they've lost their intelligence

"Get me the Hunters. The real ones. The ones we use for threats we can't handle conventionally. Tell them I have a target. High priority. Maximum force authorized." "Sir, that's—that's assassination. If we're caught—" "We won't be. That's what the Hunters are for. Deniable. Untraceable. Efficient." Drake moved to a map. Pointed to Blackwater territory. "Two days. She'll be preparing for summit. Vulnerable. Distracted. Perfect opportunity. We take her out. Blame rogues. Blame Marcus. Blame anyone but us. And we win." The Beta looked uncomfortable. But nodded. "Yes, sir. I'll contact them."

I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar. It’s perfect. It’s dark. It’s invisible. I sit down and open my book—a worn copy of Theoretical Astrophysics. I hide the cover behind a paper bag. If people knew the creepy janitor was reading about black holes, they’d only find a new way to mock me. I take a bite of my apple, my eyes scanning the room. Across the hall, the Knights' table is a scream of noise and gold. They sit in the middle, lit up by the tall gothic windows. Alan Voss is at the head of the table, looking like a king carved out of ice and ink.

“Our cyber team recovered part of the classified report.” Noah’s attention sharpened immediately. “How much?” “Only one page.” Most of the document had been corrupted, as though someone had deliberately erased sections before releasing it. Only a few lines remained readable. Operation Black Ridge. Personnel: Four. Mission Status: Failed. Survivors: Classified. Nothing else remained. There were no signatures, no dates, and no explanation. Noah stared at the words until they blurred together. Black Ridge. He hadn’t heard those words in ten years.