Operation Blackbird Novels & Stories

Don Black shouted, “Black Eagle is taking over this restaurant. Whoever dares to disobey will end up dead. Hand over all the valuables you have.” Everyone hastily took out everything they had of value when Don Black’s voice faded away. Witnessing the scene, Adrian took a puzzled glance at Mya. Mya said softly, “Noirsandia is a poor country, and the situation here is rather chaotic. I think Black Eagle is the largest organization here and it gains its reputation by committing robbery and burglary. We tried taking out Black Eagle on multiple occasions but failed.” Adrian furrowed his eyebrows upon hearing Mya’s words.

"You captured a Black Raptor? The Windrunners won't let this slide." Umbra said flatly, "Gideon just offended the Windrunners. They weren't going to let it slide anyway. One more Black Raptor won't make a difference." Gideon laughed. "Well said! No need to overthink it. We'll handle whatever comes. Besides, this Black Raptor isn't as fast as an aircraft at full speed, but it's not bad, either. Let's go!" The group jumped onto the Black Raptor's broad back. At first, the beast's eyes burned with hatred, refusing to fly. But with a few silver needles, Gideon made it obedient.

"Everything, Detective Blackwood. The Order's reemergence threatens the fragile balance that your bond helped to fix only days ago, and the Order is immobilising all of their agent just like Sparrow Jack, they're known as Bin Chicken and Kingfisher. Sadly, these titles, it seems, are just ranks within the Order, not an exact name for an individual. However, going on these names so far, it means that they name their ranks after birds.” "Birds of prey," Rick realised, his detective mind cataloguing the pattern. "Sparrow, Bin Chicken, Kingfisher—they're naming their operatives after hunting birds." "Not just hunting birds," Nathaniel corrected grimly. "Scavengers and opportunists. Birds that fe

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐥 The hydraulic whine of the gunship’s rear ramp closing shut cut off the damp, salt-heavy air of the Calabrian coast sealing the cabin into a pressurized chamber of low-frequency vibrations. Inside the dimly lit cargo bay, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. Lucian Blackwood sat on the cold steel floor, shoved into a corner between two heavy equipment crates. The tailored charcoal suit that had once commanded respect in Manhattan boardrooms was torn at the knees, caked in coastal mud and gravel.

The Hunt Above Exactly fifty feet above the sterile, jazz-filled medical bay, the ancient Blackwood forest was being systematically, violently torn to shreds. Fennigan, Jax, and Marcus had completely abandoned any pretense of stealth or tactical formation. The three massive, heavily armed predators were acting significantly less like a highly trained elite military unit and entirely like a pack of starving, feral beasts desperately trying to claw their way through solid earth.

“Zara, this is Blackthorn. Everyone knows everything.” That wasn’t comforting. “At least tell me where you’re going,” she added. I hesitated. Then... “The Forbidden Club.” Silence. The kind that made my stomach tighten. Avery’s expression changed completely. “Wait,” she said slowly. “You’re serious?” “Why?” I asked. “What is it?” She stared at me for a second longer. Then laughed. “You have no idea what you just got yourself into.” My chest tightened. “Then tell me.”

She warned him to try to push him with her hands but no answer! Icardi gulped as he watched them, turning to the guard next to him and shouting, "The Alpha Beta Club is turning!" Black raised his head and Rene held her breath involuntarily when she saw his bloody eyes looking at her human and not friendly at all. we are back "Black" whispered in a trembling voice and her pulse slowed with great fear to try to pull herself out from under him, but she screamed curled up around her body when he roared wildly, warning her not to move.

Chapter 5: The Awakening of the Black Blood 3 A.M Valenfor. Above the city, unmarked aircrafts sliced through the clouds like silent predators. Below, the entire Hollow Vein valley had been sealed off. Towers of white light pierced the darkness blades of divine judgment ready to fall. The operation “Black Blood Purge” , a top secret plan buried by the Hunter’s Council for more than a decade, had finally begun. In the command center, Marcus Vale, the High Commander, stood before a giant screen, cold light reflecting across his stern face.

Two reasons to be brave. The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal. I inhaled shakily. Then I walked toward the gate. Behind me, somewhere across the city, Ethan Blackwood was still searching. Still calling. Still trying to understand why the woman he loved had vanished overnight. But he was already too late. As I stepped onto the plane, I made myself one final promise. Ethan Blackwood would never find me. And he would never know about the twins. Not until fate decided otherwise.