Blackwater Blade Novels & Stories

Mist blade leapt into my grip—weightless, cold, alive. Shard flew from pedestal, slamming into the fuller. 47 hellebores merged—black silver weaving into mist steel. Progenitor hearts orbited, pulsing. Ruby heart sank into hilt—Remy’s coyote essence. Amethyst heart sank into guard—wolf-cousin bond. Crown HUD exploded: HELLEBORE BLADE 2.0 ACQUIRED │ ├─ Form: Katana / Mistblade ├─ Charge: 100% (spring-water)

Yet the pressure and aura emitted from it instantly told everyone that the weapon was anything but ordinary. Silver and black symbols resembling ancient runes covered the body of the blade. The sword hilt carried the carving of a dragon head with glowing eyes. The moment the sword appeared, even the surrounding air seemed to grow heavier. “What sword is that?” the crowd watching outside muttered in shock and excitement. Before the other warriors could fully comprehend what was happening— Another streak of light burst out from the crack. This time Phoniex caught it. The light faded. A black whip appeared in her hand.

And highly illegal. The smudge elongated. Solidifying into a thin, wiry frame clad in matte-black fiber. The assassin didn't make a sound. He didn't even have a scent. He held a jagged sliver of obsidian—a Null-blade, designed to bypass Barzil-armor and sever the spinal cord of a sleeping target. He reached for the door handle. The fool. He was risking execution to kill a girl who wasn't even there. I moved. I didn't roar. I didn't announce my presence. I simply detached myself from the wall and became the crushing weight of the world.

he asked, his voice dropping into a quiet, raspy whisper that sounded entirely hollow. "It's just a tactical blade, Thorne," I replied, my voice modulator throwing back the mechanical rasp, though my hands were secretly trembling behind my back. I quickly slid the weapon into its sheath, hiding it from his sight. "A custom piece I had commissioned through an underground contact. It’s uniquely weighted for low-light execution." Malakai stopped three feet from me. He didn't try to grab me this time. He just stared at the space where the blade had been, his chest rising and falling heavily.

A cloak. The edge of a black blade. My stomach clenched. The Blade. Damien had brought it. The same black blade he had used to kill me. The same one that had opened my death and woken whatever waited beneath Black Hollow. Cassian saw it too. His entire body went still. “Go,” he said. Not to everyone. To me. I shook my head. “No.” “Lena.” “No.” The refusal came out sharper this time. It echoed down the old throne road.

He turned his body to face them, but still, his face is not clearly visible. Blade is confused. He is not understanding how this man knows his name. 'Looks like he investigated all of us before coming here and attempting to kill The King ' he thought. "I...." Blade opened his mouth to give a strong verbal whiplash to Reed, but only air came out of his mouth. Reed rattled him that much. Reed shook his head with annoyance. He understood what is happening here and his irritation flared. He is trying to control his anger. "Ar*atix IP1, a weapon which is made to kill" he murmured while looking at the sleek black handgun which Blade is holding. That gun is expensive and is a high-tech weapon.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

Now, as it felt the poison of the fruit descend in its blood, the grasscutter clenched its eyes shut. Ibekwe drove the knife. Sharp instinctive movements and a slash of pain tore through the grasscutter's hind limb. The grasscutter made a feeble sound, unable to believe it had fallen for the bait. As it saw Ibekwe lift the blade again, it rolled away and stopped. Slowly, the grasscutter felt the piercing warmth of blood spreading across its nails and feet. Trying to stay alive, it forced itself to stand up. An offensive slash followed next and it darted into the bush, kicking and jumping from one mired to another.

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.