Warhammer 40k Deathwatch Black Shield Novels & Stories

"But you're too dangerous to leave alive. You might actually find a way to interfere. Better to eliminate you now." He raised his hands, dark energy coalescing into a spear of shadow. "Your brother dies first. Then you. Then I deliver the Luna to her destiny. Malachar rises. And the age of wolves ends." The shadow spear formed fully, humming with deadly power. Thaddeus drew back his arm, preparing to throw. Then Darius's eyes snapped open. They glowed with unnatural light. Not the golden amber of a wolf. Not even the red of demon influence. Pure, absolute black. Like staring into the void itself.

“Hmm. You are still standing. Alpha Blackwood told us that you would be easy to take care of.” My eyes moved from their bows to the mark on their sleeves. Death Haul. One of the top-rated assassin organizations in the country. And not just one member. Three of them with their arrows trained on me and about twenty other people who could not fight.

The Broker actually laughed… a sound like the universe's ending. “How noble.” The space around us shifted, and suddenly I was watching visions play out like scenes on invisible screens. In the first vision, I saw myself lying dead on this wasteland. Then the perspective shifted, showing territories across the world. Without the Guardian, darkness spread unchecked. Dark beings like Lucien multiplied. Entire packs fell to chaos. Thousands died in wars that no one could stop. The vision zoomed in on Blackhowl. Darius led the pack valiantly, but without me, without the Guardian’s protection, they were overwhelmed. I watched him fall defending the territory walls.

The hope that resistance might succeed where submission had failed. Perfect. Hope could be shaped, directed, weaponized against those who'd destroyed so many. The Shadow Knight began walking down the valley's slope, making no effort at concealment. Let them see death approaching openly. Let them decide whether it came as enemy or ally. The first scouts appeared within minutes: mounted men wearing Blackmoor colours beneath improvised armour. They reined up sharply, horses dancing nervously as their riders processed what they were seeing. "Halt!" one called, voice cracking slightly. "State your name and business!"

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

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.

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