Operation Blackbird Novels & Stories

"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

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.

"Wanna go on a hunting adventure, that involves a lot of bloodshed" "I'm up for anything that involves you, " Dawn replied and Seth grinned wolfishly. "Then let's fly into the night sky". THE END.

"Almost," He hissed, pulling the car over with a screeching noise near the other black cars, there were three of them with their doors opened and no soul around. His men had called him a couple of minutes ago saying they were attacked by the witch and those men with her while following them. They were able to kill a few before Hunter lost contact. Hunter dashed towards the scent of his men only to find the dead body of someone dressed in black. It didn't take him much time to realize this must be one of the men with her.

That terrifying realisation was what led Omar to make the phone call he made on one of the exceedingly rare occasions he had been able to leave pack territory. At first, Omar had considered trying to get the support of an Alpha from another pack, but he quickly learned the neighbouring alphas were just as corrupt as Nathaniel so he had turned to the committee. He had kept the tip anonymous but had held little hope that anything would happen. Why would a giant organisation like the committee trouble themselves with a little backwater pack like Blue Mountain? "It's the girls, isn't it?" Omar spoke in a low voice, his expression trained to give nothing away about the turmoil he was feeling. "Ar

CHAPTER LXIV: The Thirteenth “RAID, do you know her?” I asked him with crease in my forehead. He became stiff for a while and seemed like he was hesitating to answer my question. “Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Ophra, the chosen user of the thirteenth grace of celestial zodiacs, Ophiuchus. And one of the new captains of Black Thunders. Nice to meet you. Anyway, I’ve met Raid earlier and she helped me in carrying my things to Archmaster’s office,” the woman introduced herself and she was the one who answered my question.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside and the first thing I saw was him. Of course. Chance Black. Sitting at the far end of the bar, back straight, shoulders squared, one hand wrapped around a glass. He was dressed in black again. Always black. Sleeves rolled just high enough to show the edge of a tattoo, hair pushed back from his face, eyes sharp. I froze for half a second. Then I muttered under my breath. “Of course he’s everywhere I go.”

He added. Alex gripped on the gun, so tight; as if passing his aggression to it. “Deploy our eyes inside the district. I want a list of every underground group that operates there. And Kelvin?” Kelvin met his gaze through rearview mirror. “Yes, sir?” “Tell Black Blood: We go in silent. No one leaves alive.” The Black Blood Team had witnessed Alexander’s wrath before. A cartel had once kidnapped the daughter of one of his business allies, underestimating his reach. Within six hours, their entire operation was erased from existence.

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.