Operation Blackbird Novels & Stories

“Another aircraft. Smaller. Faster. No transponder.” Ethan leaned forward. “Syndicate?” “Could be Crane’s. Could be worse.” The radio crackled with static, then a voice: “Blackwood. Stand down and surrender the asset.” Aria felt every word like a cold blade. “They’re talking about me.” Ethan reached for the comm switch. “This is Ethan Blackwood. She’s not an asset. She’s a person.” The voice replied, calm and sure, “Then die protecting her.” Mireya jerked the stick. The helicopter dove low over the waves, spray hammering the windshield. The pursuing craft fired a warning burst; tracer light streaked past them and vanished into the sea.

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.

They took the Black Road straight up north in silence, ice on their own horse. Daerason disliked his fathers idea of asking the Nest people for help, they couldnt be trusted. The whold council of Dorne knew that much. Their bird transformation ability was a sneaky one, you could never really notice them flying above you with normal birds. The road was long, peaceful and quiet. They were almost there. Two human sized birds glided over them then landed on their path. Their Dornishmen stopped. The prince let out a sigh then made a dull expression. The two birds suddenly turned into two people, a woman and a man. They both bowed at the sight of the king and Daerason grinned.

They always ended up on the bodies of deceased. In Umbra, a dead were wrapped in wide laminarias and carried to the throat of submarine volcano. Criminals were given to monsters for dinner. Only the watchers knew with what pleasure their fellow guards fed the victim to the monsters, attentively watching how only bones were left and the torn out spines floated to the surface, breaking on the rocks of the Black Cliff.