Operation Noble Eagle Novels & Stories

There, I came to meet eight people waiting for me. "Your Majesty, Luna Queen," they said in unison as they deeply bowed their heads. I chuckled. "Raise your heads." I beckoned my head after ordering them. I turned to Jack who bestowed me the folder. "Piran Polister, Samson Brisco, Cornelius Haynes, Jarrett Devon, Flora Wallace, Aurora Risackin, and Eden Valentin." I looked up after reading the reports in the folder while mentioning the names of my eight commanders of my elite soldiers called The Eagle Mist. "It has been a long time since we gathered together," I said cheerfully as I gestured my hand to have the seat. "Let's have some tea before I will discuss some matters. Shall we?"

He wondered if he was McCain's target, or if this had something to do with the business summit. "Okay," Benito said. He turned around and commanded his subordinates, "Take care of them and make them zip their mouths." He looked back at Levian, and smiled helplessly, "You should take my offer. No one would have the guts to harm you if you're under White Eagle's protection." Levian smiled. "I don't want to cause you trouble." White Eagle was influential because it was involved in legal and illegal affairs. Nolan Enterprise’s image might be affected if he accepted Benito's offer.

Enclosing the circle with some magic, Nora gestured to someone who was behind the bushes and then walked forward to Genevieve as she informed, "This dragon child of Lord Nathan will never get to live." "And good thing I don't have to work hard to get to you. You came to me…" Terrified Genevieve, stuttered, "Who are you?" "Lord Nathan's worst enemy…" replied Nora and Genevieve could only have her face pale. Lord Nathan was getting dressed when the servant came to inform him, "My Lord, the alpha is here." Alpha Hugo was looking around the magnificent mansion and was stunned. He was envious of Lord Nathan, he doesn't deserve this luxury.

“Mr. Norris we all know about your family members but why haven’t we heard about Ms. Norris?” asked one of the reporters. “You only know my two sons and their families but do you know about Eagle?” asked Harold. Everyone got confused but soon one of the reporters said “Do you mean the famous architect Your highness?”. “Yes, my eldest son Ian Norris is Eagle. He refused our family wealth and built his own empire. Like my son my granddaughter built her own career. We respected their choice of staying away from the lime light all these years”

I realised after a moment that they were actually fighting; their movements were so fluid, so beautiful, that they looked choreographed. Samyak grinned. “You’d think so, right? But no – see, the Eagles are so named because birds can flit around, fly from place to place, manoeuvre quickly in the air; they can also watch over everyone else below them, get a bird’s eye view of the situation. See it all from a perspective that lets them evaluate without being involved in the action – like the young, ungrouped wolves. They're aligned with spirit because it is, in the end, their spirit that chooses their tribe.”

On the contrary, it exuded a certain regal pride, its head held high, with a touch of familiarity that tugged at his memory. “Elian’s eagle?” Leon muttered, his breath catching as recognition dawned. The memories flooded back in an instant. Elian’s messenger pet was none other than this majestic golden eagle, while Iris’s was a calm, sharp-eyed owl—each a perfect reflection of their master’s essence. Elian: cold, swift, and relentless. Iris: wise and composed, always watching from the shadows. Sure enough, the eagle’s talons clutched a letter, its edges slightly creased but sealed with Elian’s unmistakable emblem.

Jonathan Ferris, the deputy general of the right-wing troop, was another. The third was Jade’s trusted military counselor, Eleanor Curtis. Eleanor was also an expert with high-level cultivation. The fourth was someone who came out of nowhere. This person’s name was Nash Youngblood. Although his details were unclear, one thing was certain. The American government had sent him here. Under Jade’s strict management, Flying Eagles had clearly gotten to a stage where it rivaled the American government in terms of its capabilities. None of the other government departments could compare to Flying Eagles’ combined capabilities, especially in its battle powers.

It was Michael who stood andwalked down from his seat and walked to the isle, alone, where his dancers owned the place Suddenly, the thin boy came in with an eagle at hand. It was dead though and he gave it to Michael "The gods promised us victory. And they didn't forget any promises like we have now," then he raised the dead eagle threw it to the burning fire settled at the midst of the assembly. It was a tradition to burn an offering most precious as that it would please the gods at its incens

I said, ignoring the dull ache in my side from the previous night's collision. As the lower ranks began organizing the columns, I spotted Obi Ashford standing near the edge of the industrial clearing, his fingers tightening around the strap of a salvaged equipment bag while Amira Cole checked the seal on his tactical jacket. He looked incredibly fragile in the harsh daylight, his face smeared with soot, his small frame making him look more like a juvenile runner than the sole heir to the Black Eagle dynasty.

After eating, Elio headed back to Evamor Tower, ready for his afternoon meeting. Later that day, a line of cars showed up in front of Evamor Group, a black Hummer leading the way, looking powerful with a golden eagle shield painted on its side. It belonged to Sam, also known as Golden Eagle. He had heard that the young master was meeting with Third Master Chance and suspected it might be a setup, so he took no chances and decided to go along with his crew. Following the Hummer were ten dark green Honda SUVs, each with a golden eagle emblem, lined up like a pack of wild beasts. Dozens of tough-looking guys in black stood on both sides, all part of Eagle Security, looking serious.