Bard Parker Blade Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

“You’re dangerous because no one has ever taught you how to choose when to unleash it.” I narrowed my eyes. “So what—you’re volunteering?” His mouth quirked, almost a smile. “I’m not Kieran. I won’t yell at you to ‘push harder.’ I’m not Ronan—I won’t bury the truth in riddles. And I sure as hell am not Cian. I don’t need to spar with you to prove I’m strong enough to stand by your side.” “So what’s your method?” He reached down, slid a small blade from the sheath at his ankle, and held it out hiltfirst.

The pack members were dismissed, leaving me, Jeremy, and Blade in the stands. We sat down close to the burning firewood and wrapped our hands to minimize the cold condescending from the cloud. I rested my head on Jeremy, while Blade was opposite us, sharpening his arrows. " What took you so long, Blade?" Jeremy asked. Blade seized, and responded. " I was once a member of the Freeway pack before I left," Blade revealed, his eyes beholding a nostalgic appearance. He seemed not to be happy. " What happened? Why did you leave your cousin?" I chipped in and asked.

“I do, and that’s why I’m not gonna let it happen again. Not to Cruz, not to you, and not to the kid.” My lips trembled. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” “I don’t make promises,” Blade said coldly. “I make threats. And whoever took Cruz? They’re already dead men walking.” The air between us snapped with the weight of his words. “Blade…” My voice shook. “What if we’re too late?” “We won’t be.” “You don’t know that.” His jaw flexed, and for the first time, I saw something break through his armor. Fear. Just for a second. “No,” he admitted. “I don’t. But I’ll kill every last one of them until I get to him. That’s the only way I know.”

"Margaret, do you think I should forget my painful past?" As I looked at her peaceful side profile, I couldn't help but shed a few tears. With a smile, she gently patted my head and replied, "The grudges brought by your parents are not yours to bear. Do whatever you wish, and know I'll always have your back."

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

It was obvious that they all recognized him. Some of them were trigger-happy, but none of them were foolish enough to try and shoot. Instead, one of them, the leader of this cohort, stepped forward and tried to intimidate Blade. “Beta Blade." He hissed, “This is going to be your one warning,” Blade simply waved his hand, cutting him off, "I don’t need any warning, you do.” he answered with a smile on his face, “And right now, I am only giving you one chance."

asked Tyr. “That’s right.” Katia nodded. “Such a weird name,” Tyr muttered. “Who is Blade Hero? Was he powerful?” Katia replied, “Legend has it that he’s powerful, especially adept at using both a saber and a sword. He possessed a few items many in the ancient martial arts world desired.” ‘What could it be?’ Tyr seemed to have thought of something as the sword moves left behind by Shaun Yarn appeared in his mind. Could that be the ultimate skill passed down by Blade Hero?

“Here, please change these cutleries for a set of new ones.” Zack was befuddled. Parker had ordered for his cutlery to be taken away on the spot. It was apparent that the older man was keeping his distance from him. Watching his cutlery get taken away, Zack was so angry that his hands were shaking. The gaze that he gave Javier brimmed with resentment.