Blade And Bullet Blind Novels & Stories

I say angrily as I shove my gun further into the kids back. "Ow! Stop! If you don't want it to shoot," he says with a wince. "Wait," I say as I look back. I look through the binoculars. Maybe it's a pointer laser too? No. As Dane moves from rack to another, it moves with him. Aiming to blow his brains out. No doubt a rifle or a machine gun's barrel follows the point where the laser hits. Not good. "What do you want?" I ask.

She stood up, standing in front of him. His mouth dropped open and he looked into her eyes. It was one thing to be a woman's bodyguard, but one who was blind, he just wasn't equipped to deal with that. "No one told me you were a woman, nor that you were blind. Am sorry for making that remark." He couldn't stop his eyes from moving down to her chest when she got up and stood close to him.

Though the greater good would call for the death of one to save all. When I've finished up, my does bounce on something weird sitting outside the door. Bending, I feel two obstacles both slender. Confused, I pulled my blind fold away, being sure to glance both ways of the isles to ensure no one saw me. But when my eyes landed on the offensive objects, my heart skittered to a halt. Shoes. A pair of sliver two inched heels sat before me. My hands shook with anxiety as I took them up. What game was Hades playing at?

Lynn’s POV: “When I tell you I am itching to pull this trigger and put bullet between your eyes, I mean that shit. You have ten fucking seconds, to tell me where my brother is and where did you get his blade?” I said as I pulled my gun out and pointed in between her eyes and the blade at her throat so she knows it real. “Help me please she is going to kill me!” The bitch screamed. “They can’t help you sweetie. You see one of the neat little tricks you didn’t know about is this blade is that can surround us with a protective shield, well in this case a barrier so he won’t be able to get to you in time enough to save you. See you have now entered into a situation you know nothing about obviou

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

He swung his hand impatiently and approached me. "What do you want?" I asked, and the man chuckled. "I knew you were pretending to be blind for money, but it's alright. All I care about is having a good time. Come to me, baby. I'll show you heaven…" I wasn't expecting him to see through my act that swiftly, but more surprisingly, this client was an infamous one in this line of work. He claimed no woman could escape his claws. My colleagues were all blind, and they couldn't fight back. The rooms' soundproofing system was, unfortunately, incredible, so screams couldn't be heard.

Steven’s smile vanished, and he raised his hand all of a sudden. Bang! A custom bullet shot toward Dustin at a speed far beyond that of an ordinary round. Steven’s face was filled with confidence. At this range, not even the strongest Martial Saint could avoid the shot. The bullet reached Dustin in an instant. But the next moment, Steven’s face froze, and his pupils dilated in disbelief. Dustin had caught the bullet between two fingers and smoke was still curling from it. “That… That’s impossible…” Steven stammered. “That bullet was crafted by the legendary blacksmith, Raymond Leroy! Not even an Apex Martial Saint could block it, and you caught it with your bare hand!”

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 handle of the blender jar was intact, but the rest was a jagged wreck. anthony crouched over her, straining to hear. “Bullet,” he hissed, pointing at the casing lodged a millimeter away from where she’d been standing. A .308 if he wasn’t mistaken. Lily’s mouth opened and closed like that of a fish gulping for air. “But…but…” “Silenced sniper rifle,” he said silently, kicking the door shut as his mind spun. Kill him. Get him, his wolf howled.

We thought we had killed them all. Rivers of blood soaked the ground and flowed between the trees in the forest south of Scarlet Moon. Torn and broken bodies littered our path as we retreated to the safety of the only pack Sebastian trusted with those most precious to him. We limped through the gates, bloody and battle weary after taking on at least five men a piece. Unbeknownst to us at the time, one man survived, Blue Blade, named for the unique and deadly weapon he wields. He is the one who sends rogues to the border, taunting me, letting me know he is still out there, waiting for me to blink so he can strike.