Blade 2 Norman Reedus Novels & Stories

Julius and I stepped closer without thinking, drawn by the sudden shift in his face. Close enough to read it with him. “Your data on the phone has been recovered. You can come over now if you’re free.” — Data Recovery Specialist. Blade stared at the screen, then looked up at us, eyes red and tired. “I guess… it’s finally time,” Blade said quietly, his voice no longer shaking with denial but heavy with acceptance. “Time I stand with my brothers and face this monster.” He looked up at us, eyes still red but clearer now.

There were wisps of smoke rising from his armor, and Randey wondered how badly he was injured. “Vile Beast!” shouted the Blade Master. He raised his blade and charged once more. Randey slipped out of the door as the Knight ran forward, hurrying in a crouch. He moved away from the barn, looking carefully for any sign of the figure he’d seen. He caught sight of it again, and he moved as quietly as he could to get behind it. From what he could tell, the individual’s attention was on the fight. No doubt waiting to unleash other mystical attacks upon the Grenyaar. Randey slipped behind a broken water barrel, looking past it at the figure beyond. They still had not turned in his direction. Pushing

Blade was nearly two meters tall. His body was particularly robust and he had bulging muscles. The short-sleeved T-shirt that he wore accentuated his chest muscles, and they were big enough to rival an average woman's bosom. His bronze-colored arm muscles instilled fear in people, while his thick eyebrows and sharp eyes were brimming with might. When he arrived, he rubbed his bald head and asked Trevor in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, who do you want me to kill?"

They had told me to go to bed, but how could I close my eyes after what had happened? The phone calls never stopped all night. Different numbers, different voices, different updates. The Blade men were already hunting a name—Rocco Valeri. The bastard who killed Andrew. I sometimes forgot how ruthless and skilled the Blades were—especially with their own enemies. I prayed they found him. But I also knew something. When the Blade family hunts a foe, they don't seek revenge, they seek annihilation. I hadn't even realized I had dozed off until the sound of heavy boots storming into the living room jolted me awake. I sat up sharply, my heart pounding.

Was he letting go of me so soon? Before I could exhale another breath—slash—the sound of a sword passing through something caught my ears. I looked up to find Norman still holding onto the sword he had driven into Wade's heart. Shock was still written on his face as Norman pushed him into the pool of his own blood. His clothes were now smeared with his blood. My heart pounded greatly. Was that the kind of fate that awaited me? The hall was still silent, just a few gasping sounds here and there.

Not many juniors spoke to a Supreme Elder like him that way. He had been unhappy with their attitude but could only tolerate it because he had no idea what Chase wanted to do with them. Norm did not expect Chase to kill the most arrogant among them, the dark-skinned, plump man from the Bloody Blade Sect, with one swing of the sword without giving him a chance to explain himself. "Should we continue moving forward, Mr. Collins?" Norm was addressing Chase differently now. He was referring to him as 'Mr. Collins." "Speak of the devil." Chase stared at a dark figure in front as he smiled and spoke.

It was one effective strategy while others are busy distracting him. And then in the middle of the war, I saw another figure. His auburn hair stood out from the rest. It was Nixon! He was sprinting towards me while taking down other enemy wolves who came in his way to stop him from reaching me. Together, with Adrian, we joined forces in taking down Blade. Nixon was able to subdue the killer wolf. He successfully cut the Blade on his knee. When he heard him protest in pain, Adrian looked at me in the signal. "Now!"

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

If words were exchanged, Ru couldn’t hear them, and she watched as Cutter raised his hands and sent streaks of blue into the air, aimed at Nat’s face. Raising his scythe, Nat reflected the light, sending it harmlessly into the tops of the trees. Cutter recoiled and tried again, shooting short bursts this time. Nat reflected each of them, moving his scythe from one target to the next, blocking the bolt aimed for his shoulder, then his knee and his opposite side. Twirling his scythe in front of him, he swung it at Cutter, who jumped out of the way just in time. Ru watched, fascinated, as Cutter used his light to form an equally long weapon, this one a glowing blue, and the two locked in arms a

He was definitely going to break a few bones. “What the hell?” I exclaimed. Blade’s eyes rippled with gold, and he clenched down hard on his jaw. “Who the fuck is that?” He growled out. “That’s my ex, Nathan. He’s just a harmless dick-” “He had his hands on you. That’s not harmless.” Blade gritted. “I was handling it-”