Blacksmith Daredevil Novels & Stories

Air escaped his mouth as he felt his lungs tighten in his chest. As he thought that he was to never wake up, the loud roar of thunder made him gasp for air as he finally made it to his senses. He never went back to sleep anymore. Instead, he went to the kitchen, and was making himself a cup of hot cocoa when a faint scream reached his ears. Even with the raging storm, he headed out without hesitation and searched for the source of the scream. He soon found himself walking towards the cliff of his turf, just beyond the trees near his mansion and saw a man lying on the ground, with some limbs dislocated. And that was how he ended up tapping his healing magic that left him currently worn-out.

Most parents wanted to talk about their kids but Lily’s dad seemed not to want to talk to her at all. Just when she was losing hope of seeing him, the sound of a motorcycle shook the building. She watched the man getting off the huge black Harley looked like something from a bad dream. He was tall and wide, he walked with a lot of confidence, his dark hair was pulled back, and even from far away, she could see the tattoos on his arms like sleeves. "Are you the teacher?" His voice was rough as he approached which made her want to step back. "Ms. Vance," she said. She put her hand out with a fake smile. "Thank you for coming, Mr. Miller. Please, have a seat."

This was who she was—not the polished society wife, not the scared girl who'd run away, but this woman who had found her way back to herself through struggle and choice and love. "Then let's ride." She brushed a quick kiss across his lips before pulling away. "Axel will have a fit if we're late for the group photo." Outside, their bikes waited side by side in the driveway—Duke's custom Harley and her rebuilt Sportster, both gleaming in the morning sun. Six months of work had transformed the once-junker into a machine that turned heads, that reflected its owner in every custom detail. As they rode toward the town center, Valentina felt the now-familiar exhilaration that came with controlling

Damien Vale—stone-hearted billionaire, man who claimed he couldn’t feel—had just admitted the unthinkable. And that made him more dangerous than ever.

​After what felt like an eternity standing in front of her parents' house, I kicked my bike into gear and rode back to the clubhouse. Riding through the wind, I couldn’t help but think about what it meant to actually have a family. I know what I am. I can be brutal viciously so.In the underworld, I have been called a lot of things. The Bull. The Devil. Iron Fist. But when it comes to family, I have a soft spot. I’m a child at heart for the people I love. But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies.

No one dared to cross paths with him, not especially after the news of how he his empire had conquered syndicates in Dellwire. Dante Virelli, now twenty-nine, returned to Gravenport a different man. Bigger and broader, his dark hair now cut close, his blue eyes colder than winter glass. Dellwire had forged him in fire. A brutal fight had taken the lives of many of his men—his closest friends among them. The grief had hardened him, stripped away the softness Gabrielle once saw. He was meant to spend only two years in Dellwire, which was what Julian wanted, but something had happened that made him stay. Their businesses in Dellwire suddenly suffered attacks from a rival groups. The syndicate w

He might have tampered with the engines of the motorcycle or given me a low powered bike that wouldn't give me the boost that my wolf bike would have given me. I needed to win so I could take Sapphire and Lisa back home. Ace walked forward to the motorcycles and stopped between the two bikes that was parked in the space. It was spotless and shiny. Massaging the throttle and body of the bike, he said. "So tell me, Dare Devil. Which one of them caught your eyes at first sight. I pretty much love the Cheetah but I will give him to you if that's what you want," he smiled but it wasn't a genuine one.

And then he did the first and last bold act in his life - he stepped from the old upturned barrel into the void. Tamir was thrown out into the wet night of the melter. The sorcerer writhed on his knees and scratched his neck with his hands, trying to loosen, pull off the noose. He seemed to still feel how she was clenching her throat, how her spine was cracking ...

The man thankfully nods his head, seeming to understand my request to keep this short and simple. "The Daredevil had taken on the Hammer. She was undefeated, so all of us were dying to see who would actually win this fight. She actually looked like she was about to win when she suddenly froze. The Hammer didn't waste a second and pounded her so hard into the ground that she immediately lost consciousness." I go to say something; however, the man rushes on.

I breathed. Suddenly, Dare didn't pull away. He accelerated. He leaned into the friction, his bike screaming in protest as he drew level with the Saint's front wheel. Then, in a move that made my stomach drop into my shoes, Dare jerked his handlebars hard. He tipped the bike, the metal chassis sliding out from under him directly in the path of the red bike. "No!" I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat. The collision was violent. A deafening crunch of metal on metal echoed through the arena. Sparks showered the dirt as both bikes tumbled, flipping end-over-end in a cloud of dust and debris. Dare disappeared beneath the wreckage, a tangle of limbs and shattered fiberglass.