Bard Parker Blade Novels & Stories

Blade was nearly two meters tall. His body was particularly robust and he had bulging muscles. The short-sleeved T-shirt that he wore accentuated his chest muscles, and they were big enough to rival an average woman's bosom. His bronze-colored arm muscles instilled fear in people, while his thick eyebrows and sharp eyes were brimming with might. When he arrived, he rubbed his bald head and asked Trevor in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, who do you want me to kill?"

Ironically made with the same materials and magic Selene's katana was made from, plus the enchantment specially performed by a great wizard friend of theirs. He remembers that dagger from the last time they had this same encounter. It's easy to say that most of the time, vampires and werewolves will heal easily and will not be left with scars; but the last time they fought, Blake had cut him across his shoulder with that same dagger, and he still had a great scar to remember him by. He slowly grabs the katana, taking advantage that everyone has their eyes on both Blake and Selene. But Tyler stops him, making him drop it on the ground.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

Blade made good on his promise and parked his Harley across the street in front of my house every evening since. He was joined by the idiots Jude and Luka who was watching the house like a hawk. I scoffed watching them through the windows acting as if they were having the times of their lives.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

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.”

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

A gloved hand clamped over the sentry’s mouth, muffling a choke as the blade flashed—KA-BAR, seven inches, serrated—slashing throat to spine in one clean arc. Blood sprayed hot, then slowed, the body slumping limp. Reaper eased him down, wiping the blade on the guy’s sleeve, then flashed a hand signal—one down, clear. Inside the perimeter, another agent hunched by a makeshift campfire—orange flickers licking the dark, embers popping faint. He’d been out here too long, hands rubbing raw over the heat, M16 propped lazy against a crate.

He needed to report to the prez first and have his hand seen to but after that I was going to get drunk and fuck his way through his frustrations. Blade stepped out of the elevator and walked out of the hotel. He hopped on to his bike and started it up. It wasn’t long and he was cruising down the highway towards their new club. His hand hurt and the vibrations from the motorcycle didn’t help. When he pulled up to the club his hand was throbbing worse than before and he knew that he would have a hard time driving his bike. For now all he wanted was a drink and a bar whore to sink himself into but club business would have to come first. With that thought in mind he climbed off of his bike and

RIVER After checking in and stopping by the barracks, I grab my training schedule and head across the lot to the field where my recruits await. I'm looking over my paperwork as I walk when a large arm falls on my shoulder. "Hey buddy, how was the weekend." Blade slaps my chest and winks. I stop and shrug him off, smiling. "Good. Well, it got better." He pulls his long, black hair into a ponytail. The unit wanted him to cut it off, but he basically told them that anyone who comes at him with scissors is a dead man. He's a big guy, so they let it slide.