Blade 2 Reaper Novels & Stories

Yet Sharon moved it around like she was playing with a toy, and the smile on her face was not forced. Reaper’s edge was very different from Canyon’s Mouth. Unlike the aggressive looking Canyon’s Mouth, Reaper’s Edge had a very delicate look. It was a slender saber that was half Sarong’s height, and it was very beautiful. Its dark blade was joined to a white handle that served to provide beauty by contrast.

The reapers' blades came out of their scabbards. Reaper Swithun took aim and pointed his swords at the werewolves' necks. "You will regret doing this," Reaper Swithun said as he narrowed his gaze. "So you better be prepared for what happens now because your death is in my hands." He tightened the grip of his sword.

I ask, even though I know he's adamant about picking it. The room falls silent, and once again, all eyes are on me. The guy blushes but nods his head. Careful not to startle anyone, I stand up and tilt my head. "One thing you need to understand is that Invictus is full of Elites, ancient vampires, to put it more simply. They're fast, efficient and deadly. That spear is one of the heaviest weapons in this room, and although everyone here can see how skilled you are, you're still a bit too slow to use it against those vampires. You're risking your life, and something tells me your Alpha wouldn't be happy about losing a brilliant warrior. Choose something smaller and sharp but easy to navigate

He said rubbing her shoulders. "Noah!" She croaked and hiccuped as she cried with all her heart. "He doesn't d-deserve that!" She stuttered and wiped her tears holding his only bracelet that fell. "I know Mia, he doesn't deserve that." BLAZE VIEW. Blaze was in his human form, fighting off the rogue warrior in one second, he ripped their head off with anger and his eyes glaring at nowhere. There was he, his only objective was to kill the rogue alpha without any mercy.

Alex advised, getting tired of everything happening. "I'm tired of living like this! God, why me? What did I ever do wrong? Am I the only unrighteous girl on Earth? Dad, Mom, why did you leave me to go through such pain alone?! Someone should tell me this is unreal! Somebody please, wake me up because I am dreaming!!" Sophia allowed the tears stream down her face. Her heart bled. That outcry weakened West, he froze with the knife in her hand and blood blinding his vision.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

Seraphina asked him, her voice dripping with false sympathy as she looped her arm through his. She glanced at me, her smile sharpening, she was enjoying this. "Poor Aurora here is taking my place tomorrow. She's to be wed to that filthy Moon Reaper. Rumors are that he's as ugly as that painting we threw out yesterday." The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Moon Reaper—the ancient enemy, a family of ruthless hunters bred for one purpose: killing werewolves like us. Legends whispered of their silver blades, their empires built on the bones of our kind. They were monsters in human form, trained from birth to hate us, to destroy our souls under the full moon.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

The Mistress looks at the reaper, as his smile widens, swinging his scythe in response as he whispers. “Glad to be the bridge of that contract.” Looking at her with eyes that are in a mix of amusement, and pity towards her as he is somewhat seeing himself in her shoes just like the doll that he turns into a human. Everything of their lives and the one who took the deal with HIM are all, but HIS puns and pieces in the chess game that HE is playing. “Now, brace yourself as the reaper will tear it apart.” Backing out and into the shadows, a smile creeps onto the reaper's face as he immediately and swiftly jumps and on towards her, putting his scythe at the back of her throat, with the assuring

Blade was amused that a single woman managed to take down three grown men, two of whom lay lifeless on the pavement. Tech was captivated. "I am getting more of a Black Widow vibe from her." "I beg you, please don't, ahh," his words were cut short by her digging her knife into his stomach. She stared into his eyes like she dared the man's soul to remain attached to its chosen body. The longer I watched her, the more I felt "Intrigued." She pulled out her phone taking a picture. "Damn, that's tough," Reaper was also impressed.