Warhammer 40k Deathwatch Black Shield Novels & Stories

The host must defeat the attackers and discover who is behind them. [Reward - Deathwing Angel hatch time is decreased by 50%] How the hell?

A giant warrior made entirely of shadow. Holding a black sword. Its glowing eyes locked onto Thomas. Then it spoke. One sentence. One terrifying sentence. "The Heir dies first." To Be Continued...

Their features were generic and did not resemble the former Alpha or his long lineage of tyrants. Electra looked at the front of the plinth and expected to see the Dark Sky Pack crest. The circular shield, with a background of deep, velvety black. At the top of the crest, a silver crescent moon emerges from behind a cloud, casting a dim glow over a powerful and sleek werewolf with fur that was a mix of deep black and dark gray, blending with the night. On either side of the werewolf, towering pine trees stand with their branches reaching upward, creating a frame around the shield.

The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow. The black death reemerged with me, whispers words to cheer me on. But I need no such compulsion. I have enough wrath inside me to destroy much more than just one soul. My hand reaches for her neck, as images of her hands on Shades flash through my mind, the push, her smile as she hovered over the balcony admiring her handiwork. One can not touch shadow, but as my hand lifts, it deforms into the hand of a Black Death, a shadow grip around its neck and its eyes widen in wonder.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

When he opened them again he was back in the grand hall of Reinhold in the shadows, he watched contently as the last members of Divine Victory drew their weapons against Terribor Strife who waited patiently on his throne. His men slowly approached out of the shadows, donned in black and blood red outfits with a mask of a rabid dog. “My orders are to stay in the shadows and not to engage”. Shreftwood stepped forward “You will pay for your crimes Terribor Strife!” Terribor stood from his throne and clicked his fingers, more silhouettes began appearing round the edges of the room. “Will I Shreftwood Swiftrunner? Or will you?!” “I am Death”, Severance whispered again.

“Then we have them.” “We have them,” he confirmed, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, reassuring kiss that tasted of pine and absolute possession. “But the human watchman remains a wild card. Rowan Black is not a wolf; he does not care for the judgment of the tribunal. If he realizes the silver supply has been cut off, he will unleash his iron guards on the Shadowclaw District out of pure malice.” I pulled back slightly, my mind already rearranging the tactical board. “Then we don't cut the supply off yet.”

Heavy boots were hitting the roof. "Marcus!" Lucian barked into his localized radio. "Report! I thought the island was a Dead Zone!" "It is, sir!" Marcus’s voice was strained over the static. "But they aren't using GPS. They’re using thermal imaging and old-school paratrooper drops. They’re not D’Amici, Lucian. The insignias... they’re Black-Shield." Lucian’s face went pale. Black-Shield wasn't a family; it was a private military corporation funded by a conglomerate of the Five Families' "Shadow Shareholders."

Michael's eyes blazed an intense scrutiny as he approached, drawing closer to the edge of the shield, and, as he did so, I noticed three other creatures had broken away from the army and were edging towards us, until finally all four of them stopped just a few metres away, lined up in a row. 'The Archangels,' I said to Ethan, not taking my eyes off of them. The Angel closest to where I stood, stepped closer to the shield. This one was darker-skinned than the others, with black shadows under his eyes like war-paint, and tight wiry blonde curls closely-cropped to this skull. Reaching out, he touched a gold-nailed hand to the shield, which fizzed and sparked under his touch and he snatched it a