Blade And Bullet Blind Novels & Stories

He sighed, pulling back and the cold wind wrapped me instead of the warmth that I wanted and then his words were like a splash of cold water on my face. "And?" I frowned at him as I believe he wanted to say more but stopped as if hesitant. "You're a human" He coldly said and further continued, "Above all that, a blind one". I could feel frustration and commotion in his voice as he didn't mean to offend me but was just opening himself to me. "So?" I heard him sigh, "So, it'll be better after I win the duel, you'll return to my pack but we will be civil with no attraction towards each other"

He returned with a tilt of his head and a short sign: one man, still, watching. The blind was a box of dull fabric strung clever between trunks. Camo netting stretched over it like a spider had been hired and paid extra for discretion. Through the slit we saw the rifle’s long mouth and the eyepiece of a scope glint once, twice, the way a fish does when it decides a hook is gossip, not danger. The man behind the gun wasn’t movie-mean. Thirty-five maybe, clean jaw, the kind of careful a father learns when he has to re-lace shoes while someone is crying. He had the wrong smell—all soap and blocker and solvent—but his hands were steady, and he had the patience of a stone. Lyra’s mouth went thin.

It put me in a position where I was an easy target, but I was fresh out of damns. I cut the bike in front of them and left a long kill zone between us. Then I raised the gun and started to work. I shot at the tyres multiple times until the car coughed and hiccuped. Finally, Blayne decided to show his face. Peeping his ugly head through the window, he shot at me, but luck kept me breathing.

"This is a special pistol crafted for people within the department. We call them Extrobullet Guns. They're made from the toughest of alloys, and one clip holds seven special explosive bullets. One bullet is strong enough to blow a hole through an elephant. Wilbur huffed in awe. "This is an Alloy Dagger. It can take five levels of spirit pressure and is good for battling other cultivators." Jasmine took out a dagger and placed it in front of Wilbur. Wilbur had seen this dagger before. It was the same one Ryder used.

“Baby, I promise you, nothing touches you. I won’t let it. Not ever.” Blade’s gaze flicked back to the darkness. “It’s testing our nerves. It’s trying to see who will break first. Don’t let it.” A faint hiss, like metal scraping stone, cut through the air. The shadow shifted again, just at the edge of sight, almost taunting us with its invisibility. Cruz fired a warning shot, the bullet sparking off the wall. Blade lunged, knife slicing through the empty space where it had been, but it moved with impossible speed, slipping away, unseen.

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.

It glowed faintly, the markings along its edge pulsing like embers. Her hands shook violently. “What do I—” “Stab it!” I barked. “In the back. Drive it deep.” Her eyes widened, her whole body trembling. But then her jaw clenched, and she ran forward. “Move your hands!” she shouted at me. “Do it!” The blade came down, glowing crimson as it sank into the thing’s back. The creature let out a howl that made the air vibrate, so high-pitched it made Pelin clutch her ear with her free hand. Black blood sprayed, sizzling against the rug.

Hindi pa ako nakuntento ay sinubukan ko asentahin ang mga target na nasa layong 400 meters. Dumapa ako at inasinta ang mga target. Napangiti na lang ako ng na bullseye ko lahat ng target. My bullet will never be wasted. Narinig ko naman na may pumalakpak sa likod ko kaya lumingon ako sa likod at lahat sila ay nasa likod ko na habang nakangiti "Wala ka pa rin kupas Jay," pagpuri sa akin ni Glade at inilahad niya ang kamay niya para itayo ako sa pagkakadapa.

“In the park. I said what I had in 2019 felt insufficient looking back.” “I remember,” he said. “It was insufficient,” I said. “But not because of the blindness. Because I was alone in it.” I paused. “The blindness was real. The recovery is real. What was not real was the ceiling someone else put on it.” I paused again. “And I am going to spend some time being very angry about that.” “Yes,” he said. “You are.” “Not tonight,” I said. “No,” he said. “Tonight you just found out both eyes are possible.”

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.