Warhammer 40k Deathwatch Black Shield Novels & Stories

I can see the black uniforms of my men scattered throughout the battle, fighting glowing-eyed Tormentians in purple. Distracted by all the blood, I don’t see the wolf-shifter/vampire hybrid sneak up behind me until it’s too late.

Just then, a black shadow flew in through the window and landed on my shoulder. It was a raven. His feathers were ink-black, shimmering with a strange, blood-red light. His name was Nyx. He was a magical familiar, born from our mixed blood and magic when we first sealed our Guardian’s Pact. He was our deepest secret. And my only family in this cold castle.

He simply stood in front of me, an immovable mountain of muscle and ancient power, and let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated over the deafening roar of the chopper blades. "Surrounded," Killian mocked softly, glancing back at me with a smirk. "Humans are remarkably optimistic creatures, aren't they?" Before the SWAT commander could issue the order to fire, a massive shadow blotted out the remaining moonlight. Rising silently from the darkness behind the three police helicopters was a colossal, matte-black gunship. It bore no military markings, only the elegant, silver crest of the Blackwood Corporation. It was military-grade stealth technology—the kind of hardware that governments couldn

Damn it! @Death Wish

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

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

The typical protector. The rest of them had seen Shadow, Falcon, and Eagle. No one had ever seen Black Shadow so far. That’s because Black Shadow would really appear when Shadow had lost hope in humanity or when her body crumbled down. Black Shadow was like a loyal mechanic who constantly repaired the broken car again and again. Naomi, who had recently joined them and the subordinate that had never seen Shadow up close just followed the gesture of the other in curiosity. The atmosphere between was quite off. “Relax.” Falcon snickered, cold.

However, if one would squint enough, he could make out a humanoid shape in blue--the lack of heat already told everything he needed to know. "We have a Type-1 Non-Spectral Entity, a malevolent one. It was confirmed that the Hostile Paranormal Entity is not a Ghost or a Spectre of any previous living persons. It was a Black Entity." He grinned. "Your objective was easy. Each of you will carry a handheld Anti-Thaumaturgic Shield device that you are to plant in the bottom of the river itself. The effect of a single device would be enough to deter the Black Entity from manifesting again. As usual, Cutoff Teams will be deployed fifteen kilometers away from the target area to eliminate or detain e

Their piercing, unnatural shrieks echoed agonizingly across the entire isolated island, vibrating the very marrow of those who stood below. The final, world-altering battle had officially begun. Killian stepped firmly to the absolute front of the line, his majestic silver wolf spirit standing taller and more radiant than ever before in his life. Brilliant moonfire danced wildly along his thick black fur, and the legendary Blade of the First Alpha blazed with an blinding, celestial light that cut through the encroaching gloom. Behind him stood Seraphina, Aiden, Leo, Freya, Kael, Orion, and the few remaining battle-hardened warriors of the Blackthorn vanguard. No one retreated a single pace. N

The Titanium drones were not clobular guards like the machines of ashes. Warlords. They were slender, silent and lethally precise. As soon as Kael pressed, they opened the fire. Grellblauen Plasma-Salven swipe through the server forest and left the black obsidian floor where they slew, slew. “Deckung!” I cried and ripped Nova behind one of the massive, amber-coloured Light columns. The ice-cold avatar observed the chaos from his platform with a