Blade And Bullet Blind Novels & Stories

"Put your hands behind your head and step out from behind the-" Before I can finish, a hefty male darts out and plunges himself towards Cassandra with full force, the flashlight illuminating the iridescent colored switchblade in his hand. He tackles Cassandra to the floor, toppling his large body over her dinky self, and raises the blade in the air, preparing to stab her. I aim my gun and flashlight, shining a light on the male subject. "Drop the blade or I'll shoot," I command, my voice raising. My heart is beating at a rapid pace and my breathing is unsteady as I watch my partner lay on the floor beneath the subject with his legs pinning her arms down.

I abandon the stash collection of numerous zigzagged bladed twin daggers I was gawking at and begin heading towards her. Sometimes, I get too lost in my head whenever I am talking about weapons. When I reach her, she points at the array of a few oddly shaped, bogus fat guns before us that I have never seen before. They are just five. Their barrels have very transparent curved channels that look like empty see-through water pipes, transversing all way from the mouth of their barrels throughout the rest of their bodies. “What are these?” I ask, lifting my hands to touch them. “They do not have a name yet, but I love calling them the ‘Blitz’ because of the swift balls of molten silver they can

"Then you do it. I think the one on top is Camden so give Kaden your weapon. There's no need to draw this out or risk him getting hurt" "What if you're wrong? Wouldn't you be helping the enemy?" "I'm not wrong. Just do it" he shakes his head no. Coward "Then help me out" I tear a long slit on my dress and climb out the window. Grabbing the weapon in his hand I project the image of me throwing him the weapon into his mind and then actually do it. The knife-like iolite flies to where they are and just when I think I was wrong and that I didn't succeed, a hand shoots out, grabs it, and starts making cuts on the other Lycan. He's fast and precise, cutting small wounds all over Camden's body. I'm

Blade broke free to throw his body to the side and he pushed Breed out of the line of fire. Breed went flying and when Joey’s bullet tore through flesh and bone… it wasn’t Breed who was shot but Blade… as he had been launched in the air while pushing Breed away. Brick finally pulled his own weapon and shot Joey….point blank. His bullet hitting Joey’s between his eyes.

But what I never expected was Lorenzo going back on his word. As I slit Blue blood's throat, I narrowly missed a bullet as it whizzed past my head. I tumbled down the stage to take cover as more bullets pierced the air. Suddenly, everything seemed to slow down before me and I could clearly see the bullets rushing above me and on the stage. It was no ordinary bullet. It was made of raw silver. Lorenzo! That bastard! I should have known he wouldn't keep to his word.

The smell of gunpowder filled the air, thick and burning. “Multiple shooters,” Blade said, his voice tight. “Three, maybe four.” Jaylen peeked over the hood, eyes scanning the treeline. He saw nothing. No flash. No movement. Just the stillness of something patient. Oh, the memories were returning and adrenaline pumped through him… It was instinctive, the way his fingers curled into fists. “Mikhail’s watching,” Blade muttered. Spade reloaded. “Then let him watch.” Jaylen’s gaze drifted to the building. The door was still open. A faint light flickered inside, almost inviting.

He continued to step into a room where x-rays and check-ups were being conducted, the Doctor stated. “What do you mean? Is he going to be okay?” Liam raised a question wearily. The Doctor pointed to the screen in front of them and motioned to him. “Come, have a look at this.” The doctor approached the monitor and showed an x-ray of Blade's head. When Liam noticed a white spot on his brain, his brow scrunched up. “What is that?” he uttered, completely taken aback. “That is what is making him suffer all this time, it’s a bullet lodged inside his brain that has been there for the-”

The sounds of bullets, and heavy fire that filled the air, also made my heart thump with intensity. Malik broke down, as he was hit by a silver bullet. Pain etched deep lines on his face, and anguish filled his eyes as he writhed in agony. Without thinking, my instincts took over, as I ran towards him in a desperate bid to offer help and support. I didn't know what to do; I had to watch in awe, as he instinctively dipped his claws into his skin, groaning in pain, all in a bid to fish the offending bullet lodged deep within his wounded leg. The sight was both horrifying and mesmerizing to watch.

He crashed across the battlefield, carving a deep canyon through solid stone. Silence followed. Lucien slowly stood. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He touched it with trembling fingers. Then stared. He was bleeding. For the first time in thousands of years... He had been wounded. His crimson eyes lifted toward Kael and Rhydian. There was no anger in them now. Only disbelief. "Impossible..." The Creator finally rose from the throne. The heavens trembled. "The Twin Blades were never meant to destroy darkness." Kael frowned. "What are they meant to do?"

Frederick had narrowly escaped death, but they were still in grave danger. This realization brought tears to everyone's eyes, and despair filled the air. Blade swaggered up to Frederick, and placed a revolver in his hand. "Now, there's one live round and five blanks in here. Take your turn first. Go on, aim at your head!" Blade commanded, barely containing his excitement. "Just so you know," he added with a hint of satisfaction, "this bullet is a mini-explosive round. If it hits, it'll blow your head to bits. Your skills won't save you!"