Bard Parker Blade Novels & Stories

The blade was jagged, pitch black, and it gave off a faint, eerie glow even in the picture, like it absolutely wasn’t just metal but something alive somehow. My fingers intensely tightened around the phone. “What exactly is that thing?” I asked, my voice severely shaking. My eyes intensely flicked from the horrifying image to Stan, desperately looking for a hint that this was just some sick, awful joke he was playing. His voice dropped lower, urgent and desperate now. “It’s clearly called the Wolfblood Killer blade. That specific blade can truly kill any werewolf, even the strongest one. I personally saw Enzo’s mom openly give it to Dean. If that terrible knife simply goes through Enzo’s che

Darek’s eyes flick down to the blade, then back up to me. “You got here fast,” he says. “You should’ve been gone before I did.” “Why?” “Because you’re standing too close.” Nyxara lets out a slow breath. She lowers the knife a little more, but she doesn’t let go of it. Light flashes along the metal, and the bond shifts again. Heat flares in the center of my chest, sharp and sudden—then disappears just as fast. My eyes lock on the blade. “Where did you get that?” Nyxara doesn’t answer but the bond tightens again, just for a second. Enough to feel the strain of it. Darek follows my gaze to the knife.

Justice's metal net. "This is everything I could find that resembles what is it you asked for," SpeedBlade says, bending over to place his hands on his knees. I can hear him panting as he pushes himself up. "Use it well because I ran all over the city for it, and now I'm about to collapse." "Hey," I say, looking between the piles and SpeedBlade. "That was rude of you. What was that for?"

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 brat, don't be so happy about this yet. Take another strike from me if you dare!" As soon as he finished saying that, one of his apprentices instinctively threw him a saber. In Brian's hand, the saber glinted with a sharp, silver light. "Thirteen Blades of Vortex—" "It's my turn!" Woody cut Brian off. Since he was disappointed with Brian's earlier attack, he naturally didn't want to give Brian another shot at attacking. As Woody moved, his fist aimed straight at Brian's vital point. Brian in turn excitedly wielded the saber, creating an impenetrable shield.

Shit! Blade could feel how strong Medina's punch was. Compared to Bernadette, Medina has both speed and strength. She felt like she had been hit by a steel train. Her body hit the rough stone, causing her excruciating pain. She groaned in pain. Blade past injuries reopened. Her body is still not fully healed after her fight with Bernadette. Dealing with Medina will be her near-death experience. Blade barely stood up with shaky knees. Medina smiled as she sat down, staring at her like a lowly ant. "Nice to meet you, Blade. I am the Second Elite Division Captain of Parasite. Let's fight. Captain vs. Captain, what do you think?

Rose Blade was a horrible boss, and I was planning to take his business for this very reason. He never verifies the supplied information after he sees the money offered. Most of the profiles lie. I was stuck with this man. I highly doubted my self-defense skills working here. I looked at him as he leaned closer, attempting to touch me. I had warned him away, but he was smugly smiling at me. He looked at me like I was his wounded prey. His eyes looked scary and wolfish ready for the hunt.

The words felt warm for a second like a tiny candle in the dark, but then Ryder’s voice crashed back into my head, loud and cold from downstairs: “I don’t give a damn about what happens to a mute girl… If she dies, the pack moves on. I move on.” I shook my head once. Blade didn’t argue, he just nodded, like he understood everything I couldn’t say. Then he went quiet again. We sat there for what felt like forever, the only sounds were my breathing, still too fast and the faint tick of a clock somewhere far away in the house. After a while, Blade pushed himself up slowly. He held out his hand not grabbing, just open, palm facing up. “Come on,” he said gently. “You can’t stay in here all day. L

Haakon lowered the blade Shaky, pointing, lawn. Ragnar saw that the weapon looked strange and complex. A serrated blade was used for the edge, and the blade itself appeared to have a complex mechanism. "Well, dear." said the sergeants. It may be used. You are armed and I am not.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”