Blade 2 Norman Reedus 소설 & 이야기

There was nothing that could stop me. I charged forward, throwing a right cross, but Reed blocked it. I expected him to; my real target was his kidneys, to which I delivered a knee, causing Reed to double over. I introduce my other knee to his nose, sending Reed flying backward. His eyes are watering, and he can't get his feet under him. I stock over and crouch down next to him. I lift his left arm and slice deep into his armpit; cutting his artery, I slice the artery on his inner right thigh as well.

he said with confidence. Graves scoffed on his return. “Quit that, man,” Rex said, shaking his head. “We all know Blade doesn’t give a fuck about women. He doesn't even glance at them. He’s worse than the boss.” He nodded toward Blade, who sat silently with his legs crossed, eyes fixed on the staircase like they were talking about someone else entirely. “Then bet it with me, Rex,” Thorne insisted. Rex looked at him for a moment, then gave a slow nod.

“You have no idea how much I want to give up the life I have now, Chase. There is nothing equal to combining fun and the whole family with brilliant things here. I never even felt the pleasure I felt before Dad forced me to go with him. Every night I dream and pray that everything will return to normal.” With the words coming out of Maddison's mouth Blade seemed to admire her even more. He thinks the woman he chose to love completely and trust is right. Blade is confident and desperate to solve their current problem so that they can finally return to a simple and happy life. “I promise you, Maddi. When all this is done I will do everything to go back to normal. Even though I lost my famil

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

“You’re one of them. Just like the Riders.” The words hit harder than any blade. The blond hunter took his chance, slashing again. Raven caught his wrist, twisted hard. The blade clattered. She drove her knee into his ribs, as she felt something snap. He staggered but didn’t fall. Cole bent down, snatched the fallen blade. For a heartbeat, relief surged in her chest. But then he raised it at her. “Don’t come near me,” he spat. “Reed needs to see this. The whole pack needs to know what you are.”

he thundered, the fury in his eyes unyielding, "is for Zena's death." The impact reverberated through the fortress, the ferocity of the collision echoing the weight of every loss suffered in the ongoing conflict. As Norman lay broken and defeated at Big Lee's feet, the gravity of the moment hung heavy in the air, a testament to the price of betrayal and the unyielding drive for retribution. Norman's men watched, their eyes wide.

The leash is still intact. Ninety seconds left. I pull the Phantom Blade from my hair. In the Faraday cage's dim light, the titanium needle catches nothing—it is too flat, too practiced at being invisible. This is the only piece of the Moore legacy that Damian hasn't managed to reduce to a data point.

My mind goes back to the sight at the house, all of the blood, the dismembered bodies, the crying children. No one who was there deserves to see another sunrise. “Your Majesty,” Blade says, meeting me at the bottom of the stairs. He is aptly named; his father was a strong warrior and wanted to raise a son who would carry on his legacy, so he’d named his child after a weapon–and then he had become one. I give him a sharp nod in greeting before I ask, “Have they all confessed?” I have no doubt, if anyone in this castle is capable of getting full confessions from the prisoners, it’s Blade. The only one more capable of doing so is me.

“I was there when your mother brought you home from the hospital, and I was there when she fought tooth and nail to get you away from your father. Like it or not you’ll always be my kid.” Emotion swelled in my chest, and I promptly pushed it down as I put the phone against my ear. There was no time to process the shock because minutes later a plan had formed. One that would wipe every fucker that ever dared hurt my mate right off the map. I hit the end button, my eyes latched onto Holden’s corpse. A sick but beautiful plan began forming in my head. “Hey, Norma. You got a meat cleaver I can use?” Norma followed my line of sight and swore under her breath. “Please don’t tell me you’re going ru

“Okay, we need him alive. Spade, it's okay.” Spade moved away from the man but still eyed him like he was a delicious meal laid out to be devoured immediately. Blade opened the file he’d been carrying, the one he hadn’t shown Jaylen yet. The fluorescent kitchen light caught on the glossy photographs inside. He laid them out on the table one by one then he beckoned on Jaylen to take a look. Jaylen’s breath hitched.