Blade And Bullet Blind Novels & Stories

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.

I said. His jaw was tight. The muscle there working in the way it did when he was containing something large. "Damien," I said quietly. "He just put your medical information in a press conference." "I know," he said. "Your blindness. Your procedure. Your fifty percent." "I know," he said. "In public," I said. "To hurt you." "I know," he said. For the third time. Each one quieter than the last. I looked at him. At the tight jaw and the still hands and three years of a private life being dismantled piece by piece by a man who had decided that if he couldn't win legally he would win by burning everything down.

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.

Logan stood up as well, someone passed him clothing and he was throwing on pants. “You don’t need to worry Micah, it counts.” I stepped up. Reaching to my gun halter, I pulled out the two guns I had. The magazines were special, the bullets were made to explode with the same compound as the anti-vampire grenades. One shot and a vampire would burst into ash. I felt my heart pound, my throbbing in my arm dulled. Anger, more anger than even when I had attacked Morgan, seeped into me past the Nova. “Well, Huntress I would love to know how you got acquainted with our little Alpha here.”

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 impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

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.