Blade 2 Norman Reedus Novels & Stories

He saw my reaction and he smiled apologetically. “Okay, cut the crap. Now who has the blade?” he asked and I know he was losing his patience. All he wanted to know is if Reed still have the blade, he was still shady and mysterious and keep the things to himself. But now I was the alpha. “No dad, Reed don’t have the blade, the witches have it and I think someone is helping them.” I said and there was mix of emotions crossing his face. His eyes knitted together before he hummed in understanding.

"Miss Hale? "Leave us, Elijah," I whispered. "I’ll talk to you later." The door clicked shut. Silence reclaimed the room, but it wasn't the silence of peace. It was the silence of a wreckage. "I told you," Norman said. He didn't sound triumphant; he sounded disgusted. He walked over to the window, looking out at the vines. "I told you a Rider is always a Rider. But you didn't listen, did you? You opened the doors, and gave him a bed. You let him play the grieving brother while he was scouting for something to take from you."

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

They tied his wrists high above his head, stretching his arms painfully until his toes barely touched the ground. Reed’s chest rose and fell quickly. His breath wheezed. Sweat mixed with the blood on his face. Robert lifted a blade, it was long, thin and sharp “This blade has ended the lives of Alphas before you,” he said calmly. “And today, it ends yours.” Serena sobbed uncontrollably. “Reed! Reed please! Look at me!” He forced his head up. His eyes met hers, but it held no emotion, like he was angry, at everything

He must have recognized the look in Norman’s eyes, a look I had never seen before, a cold, murderous resolve that made my blood run to ice. Before Damon could react, before he could even flinch away, Norman moved. It wasn’t a wild, enraged stab. It was slow, controlled, almost surgical in its precision. He leaned forward, his arm steady despite his obvious pain, and gingerly, deliberately, he plunged the silver blade deep into Damon’s chest.

“Don’t you dare touch me, you liar son of a b*tch!” He warned as I tried supporting him as he walked out. *** Jack’s POV. “It was hopeless after all.” I groaned as I punched the table hard. “You just have to calm down, Jack!” Norman Reedus said as he got up from where he was seated. “I warned you all since. I knew someday that he would do as he pleased and finally, he is gradually growing back his wings. We would have disposed him right after the death of Louisiana.” Greg Kowe scowled as he paced round the room.

Couldn't do anything but stare at that blade against that small throat. "Now." Norman tilted his head. "I need you to understand that I'm not joking. That this isn't a threat, it's a promise. So let me show you what happens to people who disappoint me." He looked at the thug. Nodded. The blade moved. One quick slice. So fast I barely saw it. Blood sprayed. Tomas's body crumpled to the concrete. His head lolled at an angle no head should ever be. The wooden toy rolled from his small, still fingers.

They wanted him here, two birds, one stone. “You knew I would come here.” My grandfather had come to the same assumption that I had. “Yes, we were counting on it, actually. The Obsidian Blade, nothing else quite like it, and with it now in our possession and you out of the way, we can finally rid the world of all things unholy. Beginning with that troublesome mate of yours.” His eyes flickered to me for a split second before returning to my grandfather. “Jake, it’s been a pleasure, and Roman, rot in hell!” As the doors to the vault closed, the lights dimmed, and an alarm rang out. Elder Norman had set the vault to self-destruct with us locked inside.

The "Reviewer’s Blade" was a weapon of absolute exclusion. It didn't cut through flesh; it cut through "Relevance." As the man in the hoodie pointed the silver-glass tip at Silas, the Alpha-Regent felt his very history—the three years of his regret, the sacrifice in the spire, the battle for the sun—being "De-prioritized." He was becoming a "Secondary Character" in his own story, his gold-and-sapphire skin turning to a dull, uninteresting grey.

Loretta shouted, breaking her silence, and yet, not moving. When I noticed Blake staring hard at me, I tried to play it off like I was okay, but she knew what Mr. Blade force was doing because she immediately said, “Grandpa, stop! You are hurting Nero!!” It took a second, but Mr. Blade’s force released some of its pressure on us after Blake's outburst, and his eyes had shifted back from blood-red when I looked up at him, staring at his calm expression. A moment later, the atmosphere was normal again, and Mr. Blade stared at the tears in Blake's eyes before giving me a cold stare, and then he dragged his icy gaze to Loretta as he said, “Go get him.”