Bard Parker Blade Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I revealed a little sheepishly. "I did here that we had a new Luna. It's nice to meet you. I'm Parker. The head warrior." He introduced himself. "It's nice to meet you." I say. "What are you doing out here this early?" He asked. "I couldn't sleep. So I wanted to come out and practice. I didn't go into the woods because I knew that the patrols would probably consider me a threat. Especially since I had weapons with me. But I promise, I'm just practicing." I explain pointing to the target on the tree. He turned to look at it and nodded his head.

My father had told me stories about how he found a hidden cave in our backyard when he was young and stumbled upon an ancient blade that belonged to Vangoda. Had my father known this was going to be my fate? Was he the one who etched my name on the Blade? I decided to take the blade out of its case and hold it. I felt a surge of energy run through my body as soon as my fingers wrapped around the hilt. The blade was light but sturdy, made from an unknown metal that was strong enough to slice through concrete or bone with ease. I could feel its power coursing through me, the same way a soldier feels when he straps on his gun and goes to war. It was as if the blade had chosen me as much as I ha

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.

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