Bard Parker Blade Novels & Stories

And Warren knew if he retreated even a single step, he would dishonor his mother's memory. "You might be the great Adam Parker, but I'm warning you. Say another bad word about my mother and there will be hell to pay," Warren warned his uncle. As he said that, he unsheathed his sword again and infused it with Reiteki. The aura around his sword started to turn his sword black. Adam looked in amusement at Warren's sword. He realized that he might have underestimated Warren a little bit too much. He might have decent potential to put up a good fight against the overwhelming force, which is Adam Parker.

Liam guessed the attacker was trying to make them look as weak as possible so the Pack members would be concerned, which would ultimately lead to a state of chaos. Liam mindlinker Lucas immediately, asking him to appear at the meeting room no matter where he was. Lucas nodded immediately and cut off the mind link. He was at the armory, hunched over a special blade he had gotten as a gift years ago from an old friend. The blade had special powers and nothing could stand under its powers. It killed anything in its wake.

Vincenzo pulled out a white hand towel and cleaned up the blood on the knife before dropping it and picking up another one. My eyes widened a little as I saw the blade in his hands. Spyderco Matriarch. Vincenzo rarely used this blade on anyone because in his words 'he wouldn't waste his favorite blade on mere situations.' The blade was only ever seen when the boss was enraged. And I knew the moment was now. I could see that he was barely controlling his rage.

As he spoke, Fane lamented, “Unfortunately, on one occasion, he...stayed behind on the battlefield because he wanted to look for his favorite White-Sand cigarettes! As a result, I cradled him in a puddle of blood and he shoved the cigarettes into my hands and told me with a smile. He hoped that I would finish smoking that entire pack of cigarettes or else, his search would be for nothing!” Fane’s eyes gradually turned red as he spoke. He said, “He is a lot older than us and has saved countless soldier’s lives. Due to his age and since his last name being Brothers, we all called him Bro. Bro was powerful and we called him the God of Blades since his specialty was the saber. He could kill anyo

"Be something that survives the blade." The magnetic seal locks. I sit in the dim light of the Faraday cage with my hand resting where his palm was, and the child's heartbeat still tuned to his frequency. The drugs are already losing ground—I can feel the silver threads pushing back against the amber weight in my veins. I reach into the bedpost and close my fingers around the Phantom Blade. The titanium needle begins to hum faintly, the silver light from my skin leaping onto the metal as though it recognizes it. He wants a weapon.

It was to let the true sickness go unnamed. I exploded from the shadows—not with a roar, but with the swift, silent grace of a predator used to moving unseen. I was a blur of worn leather and tangled, sun-streaked brown hair. I crossed the distance between the oak and the dais in a heartbeat—my own blade (a simple, sharp thing of forged steel, not ceremonial glass) coming up in a desperate, two-handed parry. The clash was a shock of sound that silenced the immediate world around us.

He hesitated then asked, “Did I really do all that shit?” “Yeah, you did.” Greer crossed his arms over his chest. “You committed just about every sin in the book and you probably made some new ones up along the way. Your dad taught you well.” “I think you’re right about that but I can’t remember him or anyone here. Hell, I don’t even remember me.” Blade shook his head. “Tell me something, do I have a given name or just Blade?” “Your given name is Blade Marken. Your dad was Jerad Marken AKA Repo. I never knew your mom but his club was the Hade’s Messengers. You come from around Decatur, Alabama.”

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

He turned his body to face them, but still, his face is not clearly visible. Blade is confused. He is not understanding how this man knows his name. 'Looks like he investigated all of us before coming here and attempting to kill The King ' he thought. "I...." Blade opened his mouth to give a strong verbal whiplash to Reed, but only air came out of his mouth. Reed rattled him that much. Reed shook his head with annoyance. He understood what is happening here and his irritation flared. He is trying to control his anger. "Ar*atix IP1, a weapon which is made to kill" he murmured while looking at the sleek black handgun which Blade is holding. That gun is expensive and is a high-tech weapon.

he said. I looked towards the entrance of the gym as Blade walked through it. Blade is a Seer and he has been with my pack since I was a pup. He isn’t a shifter but he pledged his life to my father once he became of age to do so. Before then he was under my father’s protection and now I’ve taken on that pact. He is one of my best friends. His position isn’t normal, as a Seer is usually a female. It's for that reason he is doing his own research on his background. For now he can keep his privacy on it so long as his safety or the packs’ isn’t in jeopardy. He walked over to where we were sitting with his hands in his suit pockets. “I knew I’d find you two in here. Drills weren’t enough to driv