Warhammer 40k Deathwatch Black Shield Novels & Stories

I coughed but went rigid underneath the steel toe black marauder boots. "You should have stayed out of this. You had no business interfering Shields. Do you know how high and how far this will go? It doesn't stop with me and that is why I've gotta take the opportunity to end you." I laughed. This was my maze on my premises, I'd be buried here one day but not murdered. "You don't get it do you?" I retorted and begin unraveling truths for him. "Someone from high in the chain told me to get you and them and to deal with the infestation. You guys are like crumb snatching roaches."

But Lilith's word could not be ignored. Clearly. “Shackle him,” came Sekhmet's hesitant command. William tried to keep himself steady and relaxed; his mind centered. He could kill the guards with him. After all, he was the executioner; the Coven's own assassin. Death was his specialty. But if he did, then what? Lilith would win. She'd have no trouble explaining his, Paoli's, and Emily's deaths after that. The guards headed toward him with reluctance. With fear, William's nose informed him.

" Greetings, your majesty, this is the first platoon of Black knighthood known as assassins." Four men in black uniforms arrived in my office. They had black cloaks on their shoulders and heads covered with hoods. I could see their faces and glowing eyes. They were all of Beta ranking werewolves. " I want you guys to keep a close eye on Malone Shart. She is Ultima of the Shadowed pack so it will be difficult," I paused to see their expressions. They seemed calm, so I continued talking," Can you guys do it ?" " Yes, your majesty."

Fresh tears leak from the corners of my eyes, a crushing weight of profound guilt settling over my soul as I realize how incredibly selfish my thoughts had been. But what choice did I feel I had? The absolute hopelessness had consumed me to the point where death felt like the singular, definitive exit from this torment. A dark, toxic cloud of negativity had completely hijacked my brain, blinding me to the immense, catastrophic grief that Ate Raine would have been forced to carry. She would have mourned my passing for the rest of her days. She would have permanently blamed herself for my death. I can't let that happen to her. I refuse to subject her to that lifelong agony.

They carved toward the far tunnel, each step dragging them closer. A horn blared, deep and resonant, vibrating in the stone. The soldiers pulled back—only to part their ranks. Kaelen’s stomach turned cold. A figure stepped forward from the shadows. Not a soldier, not even fully human. Armor black as night clung to its form, helm shaped like a wolf’s skull. A greatblade rested across its shoulders, runes glowing faintly along the steel. The air itself seemed to recoil from it. Mira whispered, “A deathknight.”

But before the Thunder Dominion warrior could even breathe— Slash! A black blade sliced across his throat from behind. His eyes widened in disbelief as blood slowly trickled down his neck. He staggered forward weakly before collapsing heavily onto the ground. Dead. The crowd turned silent again. Fear slowly crept into many people’s hearts. Especially the younger werewolves watching. The Blood Shadow warriors were far more terrifying than rumors described. From where I sat, I unconsciously turned toward Alpha Kingsley again. His face remained expressionless. Cold.

The appearance of the Elder Wolves turned the morning into a funeral. These were not living creatures; they were the "Divine Relics" of the Council’s ultimate authority—monstrosities of clockwork and celestial fire, designed to hunt the Star-Born into extinction. The mechanical beasts landed on the slopes of the Silver Peaks, each impact creating an earthquake that shook the foundations of the Blackwood Keep. Their furnace-eyes scanned the courtyard, locking onto the violet aura of the Obsidian Vanguard and the gold-and-sapphire glow of Kaelen.

He said while wearing a devilish smirk in his face. "I am Kael Black. The right hand of the Dark Queen, the person who. Will. Kill. You." He introduces himself as if he is proud that he is Black, and no one can beat him. "Well then Kael, nice to f*****g meet you" I said with a smile I pushed Ate to the side and made an Air shield to protect her then raised my hand and shouted, "DEATH ENCHANTS!" When the light disappeared from my body, I turned my sword and positioned myself to attack. "I'm Death." As soon as I said that, I immediately rushed at him and he obviously didn't expect that because he was stunned so I took advantage of that and swung my sword at his stomach so he came back to reali

He puts his front paws on my thighs as I scratch his ears. "His claws," Death says slipping his hands under my arms and pulling me up I look at my thighs and see his claws pierced through my jeans and into my skin where blood was spilling. My thighs heal within seconds and I look at Death who looks surprised "We have things to do tomorrow, so your friend has to go home soon," he tells me I nod and Mika and I go inside his room. Cerberus lays his head on my lap and Mika and I talk about things.

The glow spread through the stone like veins. Every symbol hidden beneath Blackthorn awakened at once. The entire territory began glowing. Gasps echoed from the warriors. The Watchers immediately knelt. Every single one. Thousands of them. Dropping to one knee simultaneously. Not from fear. From recognition. From reverence. And then the gate beneath Blackthorn spoke. Not aloud. Inside the connection. Inside my mind. Inside every Watcher standing beyond the wall. One sentence. Ancient. Powerful. Terrifying. **The Seventh Heir has been found.**