Novel & Cerita Bard Parker Blade

He smiled while they screamed and thrashed in agony, a glint in his eyes. Blake didn’t give up and continued the torture for hours while the few warriors that joined us kept running out to bring coffee and food. If torture were an art, Blake was an exceptionally creative artist. I had never even thought to imagine all the different ways a body could be disfigured. And as if he was a professor, Blake patiently lectured us on the benefits of each knife he was using. He showed off his clip point—good for quick, deep puncture and withdrawal. Then his drop point—good for skinning. Finally, his needlepoint—perfect for thrusting. All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing.

He remembered the conversation just like yesterday and grinned softly. "Soren, this alpha of the Silver Moon pack, Brenden and his trusty female warrior, Laura." His father introduced the two strangers in front of Blaze, Georgia and his mom. "Hey, my name is Soren and this is my daughter Georgia and my son Blaze." His mother said. "Hello alpha Brenden and warrior Laura." Georgia yelped while Blaze stayed quiet, he was a cold kid. "Hey gorgeous and future alpha." Alpha Brenden said and Blaze scoffed.

Shylah approached and lifted Black Blade's shirt. Howard's gaze fell on the chest, where a dark palm imprint stood out against the skin, the area around it a sinister shade of red. "Hm?" Howard's eyebrows knitted together at the sight. "Sir, can you make out what this is—" Shylah turned to Howard. "The Ink Demon Palm," Howard interrupted her with a heavy tone. "What!?" Shylah gasped. "Sir, are you saying that Black Blade was attacked by the Dark Shady Cartel?"

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

He just wants to watch the world burn. The Blade Alpha lets out a roar, his massive form towering over the battlefield. He swings his arm, and the force of it sends a shockwave through the air, knocking several pack guards off their feet. The Bamboo Alpha counters, his movements swift and calculated. He strikes with precision, each blow landing with a force that shakes the ground. But it’s not enough. The Blade Alpha is stronger, more relentless. “We have to do something,” I say, my voice barely audible over the noise.

But I can swear this was the same spot where I and Jay had trained a few days ago. "You would attack an intruder too if you saw one", Blade says and crosses his arms, still holding the knife."Leave while I'm being nice". "I think you're mistaken", I say just as he is about to turn to leave. "Why would you think that?", Blade asks. At this point, it looked like he was flexing his muscles with the way he had crossed his arms. I have to admit he looked cute, especially with his lower lip ring that dangles off the right corner.