Blacksmith Daredevil Novels & Stories

"No way. The almighty Dante. I didn't know he had a son" "He just got back from his vacation to Vegas. That's the news. But we all know what went down was something different. He's here to complete his studies. He does modeling on the side because he's ridiculously good-looking... You follow" she asked, trying to drive her point across. It still doesn't explain her nastiness towards me but I'll wave it away since she won't be competing. "Well I'm not going to back out from a dare, my dear friend. I'll win that money, after that, I dump his ass and if Arielle still wants him, then she can have him". Arianna burst out laughing, almost choking on the Cheetos.

Seeing the realm of Caspian clearly, Camille Montgomery took a deep breath and then was surprised and delighted. She was even happier than her promotion. "Brother is really amazing!" Looking at the Silver-armored Devil who had been sent flying more than ten miles away with blood spewing out of his mouth, Camille Montgomery covered her heart with both hands, looking as if she was about to faint. Her little face was so excited that it turned red. "Brother, don't stop!" At this time, the handsome features of the Silver-armored Devil were distorted by anger. The silver armor on his body was cut from his left shoulder to his right leg, leaving a long charred black mark.

╒══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╕ Truth or Dare STUDENT 13 - RAVEN Dare to do the Dare: "With the weapons presented through the velvet dine, Promises are meant to be dire. And so, chop off that sinful pinkie finger from the liar." ╘══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╛ The dare was malevolent in intent, designed to test my moral boundaries and push me towards acts of cruelty. Yet behind the challenge lurked a darker truth — some part of me wanted to give in, to prove myself by carrying out the gruesome deed.

And then, with one final crash, they were inside. Darius's men poured through like wolves — faces hidden behind iron masks, laughter sharp as knives. I swung my hammer once, caught one square in the jaw — teeth and blood spraying — but there were too many. They slammed me to the floor, pressing my face into the dirt. Emily screamed. My daughters cried. And then he stepped in. Darius. Calm. Smiling. Like a man about to enjoy a fine meal. "You should've made me what I asked for, blacksmith," he said softly, almost kindly. "You could've been a rich man. Instead…" His eyes flicked to my wife and daughters. "Now your family will pay for your mistake."

Sparks flew into the air as blacksmiths hammered on steel, shaping new swords and daggers. I watched as Darius' stared at the workspace with a mixture of determination and hesitation on his face. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for some of the materials that had been presented before him— powdered iron, sulfur, saltpeter and a lot of other substances that I had never heard of. Xander stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his sharp gaze locked onto my brother. He had agreed to let Darius prove himself, but the tension in the air made it clear that trust was still a long way away from them.

she felt so much offended by the choice of the crowd and planning to order now But before she shouts, a man from the building showed himself, wearing black Sando, black tattered slacks and coat, wrap around his waist; wielding a head size hammer. The man spoke and with his threatening words made everyone feels suffocated. “try to pull your trigger and every one of you will die”. wearing his usual smile sarcastically. The man was their only blacksmith. The creator of their weapons! PHIL!

However, his expertise in forging iron and other minerals made it difficult for him to be replaced by other blacksmiths. As a baby, Berk was thrown away not far from where Bowen worked as a blacksmith. Bowen was a stocky dwarf with a long golden beard that was neatly braided. He loved creating and forging weapons for hours on end. His expertise was very well known throughout the human and non-human world. When he found baby Berk, who had nearly died of starvation, Bowen took him home. He gave the baby milk and carried him on his back when he worked. That's how Berk was raised. He became a skilled blacksmith just like Bowen, his adoptive father, The Genius Blacksmith.

I replied, sliding a wrench into my back pocket. "Good. Because the qualifiers today aren't just about speed. It's a contact sport," he warned, nodding toward the far end of the pit. "The Ravagers brought their new ringer. They call him 'The Butcher.' He likes to see how much chrome he can peel off other people's bikes while they're still moving."

One year ago… I shouldn’t be here… My eyes narrowed on his tattooed knuckles as his grip tightened over the motorbike handlebars. And not just any motorbike. It was a freaking Ducati Panigale V4 R. I didn’t know what made my body burn hotter. The beauty of the metal gleaming beneath the lights or the beast of a man sitting on it. Holy shit. I was standing inches from Darius Monroe–aka the Savage–in the blazing hot, over six-foot tall, golden, muscular flesh!

I'm just an escort. Yarsi turned around, measured the blacksmith with a calm look. Let this person feel his essence. He even wondered how someone who could understand who he was would react. “I have heard about your skill, blacksmith, I hope you will not refuse to help me,” he bared his fangs in a smile, examining the man with curiosity. The blacksmith was not young, but still quite strong, with a face without wrinkles and a completely bald head. On his face smeared with soot, very bright, understanding eyes burned with feverish lights. It was better to talk to such a person directly, without hiding your intentions.