Operation Blackbird Novels & Stories

“Our strategy, our knowledge of Phase Two, even our financial counter strike plans. This could trigger Operation Phoenix early.” “We have to stop him,” Jason said, fists clenched. “Before he transmits anything else.” Amelia’s face hardened as she pulled up a new schematic on her tablet. “Maya, locate Blackwood. Predict his path.” “Already on it,” Maya’s voice buzzed in. “He’s on the move. Left his office a few minutes ago. Heading downtown towards the financial district. He’s either trying to access a secure server or rendezvous with a contact.” “He’s aiming for a dead drop or data burst site,” Leah guessed. “A place he can dump the intel fast without being traced.”

Her eyes narrowed when she saw the blood but instead of helping her out, she smirked and continued walking into the compound. “Let her be, if you dare help her, you’re fired!” Diane snapped before storming into the mansion. Meanwhile sobbing because she was in so much pain, Ashley managed to reach for her phone on the ground with the remaining strength she had in her. Her vision was blurry but she was able to manage to locate Black’s number. “Please pick up.” She sobbed in pain. No one answered the call on the other end so Tessa decided to dial the number again. It was ringing when she suddenly lost consciousness, her phone slipping off from her hand.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

This wasn’t business. This was Belle. The tension in the room felt heavier than any deal he had ever handled. If only that message would arrive—everything would be over in an instant. Minutes stretched on in suffocating silence, broken only by the ticking clock. Then Pete’s phone vibrated. He froze. Swallowing hard, he unlocked the screen with slightly trembling fingers and read the message that had just appeared. “The sparrow will return to its nest.” Pete exhaled sharply, relief washing over him.

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

Everyone who is an adult died instantly, while the children who were consumed by the fire fell out of consciousness and woke up as… ‘Nightcrawlers,’ a voice came in my head and I figured it must belong to the woman who has these memories. ‘What happened to you?’ I asked, my heart breaking as I watch every scene unfold in my mind. ‘Siria. My name is Siria. I am the daughter of the betas of the kingdom of dragon shifters, but that is gone now,’ she says and her voice cracked. She showed me everything, every detail, how she found herself tainted with black and unable to crawl out of the darkness during the day. She had once lost her sanity, and her hunger only made it worse.

said the Lord. "My birds tell me that the Dornish are planning rebuilding No Mans Land as their own" she said. "So then minotaurs are really gone?" Nia asked. "Yes" said Amanda, "Its a big piece of Land, could be useful to us" "You think?" Isiah smiled. "You're oddly interested about that place" "Alittle" Amanda shrugged her shoulders. A black bird found them in the back yard and Isiah held out his arm then it grabbed hold. Isiah found a letter attached to its leg then read it.

thought the newt, not daring to look up at his father while he vented his anger. “This worm began to tell how in her youth Erida fell in love with him, and then could not come to terms with their separation and sailed into the depths of Sombra, where she mutated. Can you imagine something like that? The daughter of a king and a mutant.” Chaos was silent. “Father, that's not what I came for. The current washed a bosy into the grotto of the Black Cliff. It’s Geras.” Ereb raised his eyebrows in surprise, shook his head and put down the papers, as if not believing what he had heard.

An airborne crow, caught in the unnatural current, flopped and cawed until it was finally able to fly clear, glossy feathers ruffled but otherwise intact—this same crow would later peck out the eyes of its own young and leave the nest a scene of blood, torn black tufts, and carnage before soaring off in pursuit of interests unknown. Across town a young couple sitting on their front porch felt a chill and shivered, the eerie sensation vexing their good spirits and reducing them to ash in one fell swoop. The recently wed couple, with the name Putnam on their welcome mat, had been relaxing and drinking sweet tea outside for a while. They had also, quite coincidentally, witnessed the arrival of