Beauty And The Blade Novels & Stories

Why is he acting this way? "Back off, Allan!" I warned him, without stopping. I couldn't waste a single second, knowing how serious this situation was. Blade was an alpha who was kicked out of his pack because of me. The jerk killed his mate, and he also tried to force himself on a human girl, convinced she was perfect to be his Luna. As a human, she could only shift if she made up with her destined mate, and Blade wasn't destined for her. He was a psychopath who developed feelings for the girl and thought he had the right to claim her against her will. When she couldn't bear the trauma anymore, she begged for help, revealing all the crimes Alpha Blade had committed against her and his long-

he smirked, looking at me intently with a cheeky smile. My brows slightly crossed. I lifted my chin, daring him to look at me even more. "Drew Mondragon," I muttered under my breath. He never smiled, and his eyes were still glued to mine. "Be tough, Beauty. This is the reality of your dreams. They will offer you something in exchange for sex. Some are vulgar as they want to taste you badly. You've got the body, the beauty, plus your name is Beauty." Drew's jaw tightened, and his eyes turned down, staring at my legs.

Blade was amused that a single woman managed to take down three grown men, two of whom lay lifeless on the pavement. Tech was captivated. "I am getting more of a Black Widow vibe from her." "I beg you, please don't, ahh," his words were cut short by her digging her knife into his stomach. She stared into his eyes like she dared the man's soul to remain attached to its chosen body. The longer I watched her, the more I felt "Intrigued." She pulled out her phone taking a picture. "Damn, that's tough," Reaper was also impressed.

She slowly bring the blade into the light and studied it. To her surprise, the blade turned out well. The blade was a little longer and thin, more sharp and shiny. Though there were rough edges at some parts but the flaws were unnoticeable. The power of life radiating around it felt familiar and comforting. All the worry she felt vanished, replaced by solemn joy and her heart settled to a rhythmic beat. Serra smiled in happiness. "Is it done?" Rena whispered as she gathered herself up, her eyes not leaving the blade.

Blade was standing right there, leaning casually against the wall like he owned the damn place. Scarlet froze. Blade’s smile spread slow and possessive as his gaze dragged over her. “Been waiting for you,” he said smoothly. “You look… beautiful.” Her wolf scoffed. "He really thinks you’re stupid." Scarlet forced a polite smile. “You shouldn’t be here.” “And miss walking you to a universe-level lycan meeting?” Blade chuckled. “Not a chance.” He reached down and casually took her bag from her shoulder. Scarlet rolled her eyes. “I can carry my own things.”

She watched as he stood to his full height. Peering right back at her so intently. It made her blush a little, her gaze inadvertently trailing over the length of him. His tall and lean body. Those contoured muscles on his chest. His broad shoulders. His defined abs. That v-live going straight into his pants. He was so beautiful. So perfectly carved, like one of those statues made by the most illustrious sculptors of ancient Greece. He was right. There was a grain of truth in those tales. Gods were actually beautiful. And she still couldn't believe that she was standing in the presence of one.

Slowly, he pulled the blade from its sheath and brought it toward my face. I closed my eyes and held my breath. Relax, Lila. He's not going to kill you with it... I repeated to myself before cautiously opening my eyes again to stare at the most intimidating blade I had ever seen. It looked incredibly heavy, as though it carried the weight of an anchor. I wasn't even sure I could lift it with both hands. "Do you want to know why this blade is called the Blade of Poison?" he asked, raising it into the air to admire it.

“I’m dead serious. I’ve done all the research I can in this world and i;ve never been more certain about a thing in my life than this. Blade is a werewolf and I'm his mate. They can have human mates too.” Not only was it amusing that she knew Blade was a werewolf, it shocked me ten times more to know that she was Blade’s mate. It sent a wave of relief to know that Blade's fate was starting to come into view and he could finally see the truth and forget me. However, it didn’t stop the way my heart raced at the thought of her finding out.

Instead, he drags the blade lower—down the line of my throat, over the hollow where my collarbones meet, and then— To the center of my chest. Just where the robe begins to part. He stops there. Letting the edge rest at the dip in the fabric, just above the swell of my breasts. I hold perfectly still. “You look better without the blood,” he says. “But this look?” His eyes roam my face. “Still scared. Still pretending not to be curious.” His fingers brush the edge of the robe, just beside the knife. “Are you going to scream if I open this?” he asks, lips curving. “Or will you just continue to lie there and try not to breathe?”

Blade slowly released my wrists and instead of attacking him again, I remained rather immobile as his chest continued to fall and rise slowly. God his eyes were enchanting. A slightly boyish smile appeared on his lips and a couple of seconds later his face was moving closer to mine and without thinking I moved closer to his. Our faces were literally an inch apart and he didn't seem to notice my lips were still quivering, at least I hope he didn't. His lips were unnaturally pink which was not registering well with me. How was it possible he had lips prettier than mine? Blade's eyebrows and lashes were better than ninety per cent of all the girls I know. How is that even possible? Like where d