Blade 2 Norman Reedus Novels & Stories

Alexander narrowed his eyes, looking at him as one might regard a stray dog on the roadside—with absolute contempt. "I couldn't care less about the entire Northern Lakes Council, let alone a mere second son. You dare raise your voice to me?" "If you're so eager to die, I won't stop you." As he spoke, his hand rose and the knife fell. "AHHH!" Alpha Reid's tendon was severed with brutal efficiency, blood spraying across the deck. "Who the hell are you? You—you actually dare?" His agonized screams filled the air as his bloodshot eyes watched the knife rise again.

Yoda said stretching one Lantharnian blade towards me I took it and observed the metal, it was unlike anything I ever held before. I twirled it around and it was as light as feather, for the first time in my life I was worried about cutting myself. " Thank you. But, you don't have to give me anything from saving Rainee. I didn't really save her, we found each other. " I would accept the blade nevertheless, I was no fool. “She got her first kill, she must have been so scared." Vinx said.

He collides with the second rogue mid-pounce, slamming it into the dirt before pinning it by the throat, golden eyes burning with fury. I press my back against a tree, clutching the broken stick like it’ll still save me. I watch in horror as blood spatters across the ground. Reed's massive figure crashes through the underbrush next. His coat is a deep, burnished bronze with russet tones catching in the moonlight. He leaps clean over a fallen log and sinks his teeth into the shoulder of the third rogue before it can lunge at Luca from the side. The rogue snarls and twists, but Reed holds firm, muscles straining as he yanks it to the ground and slams a heavy paw across its face.

Then he would be in a much better position to control and return some of King Lincoln’s old laws into the kingdom. Feeling better with his plan now in place within his mind, Blade walks into his bathroom strips his clothes and steps into the shower as he turns on the water. He cleans the grim off of his body from the travel, then once done he gets out dries off and dresses in one of his more appealing Alpha robes before heading back to Xana’s office.

I said. "Why?" She asked. I shrugged my shoulder. "I guess to start his pack. I once overheard mother say that the evil Ripper was no longer Haven's business but New-Yawk's as he had started a deadly pack there." "That's so cool." Sandra said, already in awe of him. "Dangerous but cool." She added. She was right. Blade's history was somehow cool, except… "Is that all?" She asked, snapping her fingers at my face. "Is that all you saw about him."

If only my powers were still here, I’d have used him for a ritual. “Every ounce of suffering you inflicted on Alpha Harold, you will endure tenfold.” I laughed at his words, the sound was hollow and mocking. “You can torture me all you like, Norman. You’ll never break me.” Norman’s expression didn’t falter. “We’ll see.” He nudged at One of the guards who immediately came with a small, silver blade, its edge glinting in the dim light. My heart slammed hard against my chest and I shook my head. “Norman if you stop this now, I’m going to make you the Alpha of the pack…you deserve it. You’ve been nothing short of…

"Let me slice an apple for you. I don't want you hurting your head trying to crunch through the skin. Just relax." It’s a kind, familiar gesture. Elias has always been like this, thoughtful, steady. He’s just too amazing. We’re sitting there, joking and talking about non-important stuff, when the door swings open again. Norman walks in. He stops dead in the doorway. His eyes go cold instantly, his gaze sliding from me to Elias, who is perched right on the edge of my bed, carefully slicing a piece of apple for me. The air in the room suddenly feels like it’s been sucked out of a vacuum.

I wait until I am in the middle of his office and watch as Norman stands and makes his way around his desk to stand in front of me before asking, “So, Norman, what is the news?” I shake his hand that he extends but at his touch, all I want to do is pull my hand away from his, grab his throat and rip it out. I pull in my emotions before they take too much of a hold and wait for his answer. “All her bloods came back normal…”

A voice cut through the chaos, cold enough to lower the temperature. The black-suited guards parted like a curtain and a man strode forward. Tall, lean, dark ash hair and sharp blue eyes. His black three-piece suit was immaculate. Shock rippled through Veronica's men standing guard outside when they recognized the lead figure stepping through the shattered entrance. Nathan Reed. Billionaire playboy, renowned defense attorney, the man their world dismissed as powerless. A male who failed to awaken, allowed to stand as Dale's second only because his family saw him as harmless. A useful puppet to watch Dale, nothing more.

"Step into the circle, Southern rat." Lucas Reed spat on the stone floor of the arena. He didn't look like a man about to fight. He looked like a man about to slaughter a pig. He rolled his shoulders, the heavy steel of his pauldrons clanking. In his right hand, a broadsword caught the grey light filtering through the cathedral’s high, shattered windows. The blade was dark. Not from blood. From a dull, oily sheen that didn't belong on a clean weapon.