Bard Parker Blade Novels & Stories

“Keep lying to yourself.” I hum, reaching into my coat pocket. My fingers close around the blade I always carry. “And that's the reason you kidnapped him from his home?” I pull the blade out, staring at the sharp edges. “I'm giving you one last chance before I pull your goddamned insides out.” His breath catches. The color drains from his face when I swipe the blade in the air. It's not the kind of blade that cuts, it peels. It's thin, sharp, surgical. Thinking about the amazing things I'll do with this blade makes my lips curl into a small smile.

I took a sip from my cup again. “Drink up. You shouldn’t do it with your clear mind. If you are a good girl, I might even find you a third cock to fuck your mouth or your butt hole.” He offered. He took another cup from the bartender and downed it in one gulp. His eyes closed briefly before he shook his head and continued. “What are you giving him?” I asked the bartender, already noticing that Blade was halfway to being drunk. “Everclear, ma’am.” The bartender whispered. “He asked me to give you the strongest drink we have.”

"So, if there's any grudge, settle it with them. Please don't involve us!" They desperately tried to distance themselves from Prospera Corporation. Before they could finish, Blade casually drew a dagger from his waist and slit an old man's throat. Blood gushed out as life fled his body. "Fuck it! I'm killing you old bastards! Do you think I didn't see what happened earlier? Bunch of turncoats! If Frederick and everyone else find you annoying, so do I!" Blade then declared impatiently, "If none of you have any connections with the company, you can all die!"

His hands, concealed behind him, casually brush against the handles of his trusty firearms, snugly nestled in the back holster. But that isn't all, for he's also armed with a retractable batten and a hunter's knife, ready to strike at a moment's notice. He came here packing, ready to take on every mother fucker that has the balls to cross me and surprisingly, Blake has been the only one to do so. I drag Blake into the middle of the dance floor. The thick scent of curiosity hangs in the air as everyone starts to circle us. Some smile while others stare at one another with their brows raised before their attention returns to us.

I said. "Why?" She asked. I shrugged my shoulder. "I guess to start his pack. I once overheard mother say that the evil Ripper was no longer Haven's business but New-Yawk's as he had started a deadly pack there." "That's so cool." Sandra said, already in awe of him. "Dangerous but cool." She added. She was right. Blade's history was somehow cool, except… "Is that all?" She asked, snapping her fingers at my face. "Is that all you saw about him."

As I weave through the chaos, my eyes catch a familiar face—Blade. Blade had been the Gamma when I was Beta of the Black Moon Pack. Together, we had helped Zane become an Alpha who was both feared and respected, shaping the pack into a force to be reckoned with. Seeing him now, standing in the middle of the battlefield, brings a surge of anger to my chest, a fiery rage that threatens to consume me. “Blade,” I growl, my voice dripping with fury as I push my way towards him. “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face here after everything you’ve done.”

He knows he's got to prove he's tough enough and deserving enough to marry Jess. Blade trailed the knife around his throat and then down his chest towards his crotch. He stabbed right between Axel's legs into the chair merely inches from his cock. Axel still didn't move or speak. "Think we got a tough guy here, huh Sarge?" Ryder asked. "My turn." Ryder pulled out his gun. He aimed at Axel's right leg and pulled the trigger. It just clicked. Axel did close his eyes but immediately opened them. He aimed at the left leg, click. Axel clenched his jaw.

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.