Blade-empire Obituaries Novels & Stories

She tapped on it to see Grandpa’s picture with the caption, ‘Camden Blade, popularly known as Grandpa Blade, died from his own poison a few minutes ago. Her heart warmed as she showed it to Rex, who was too shocked to respond, snatching her phone and showing the caption to the other Blade seniors. While they were at it, Casper stepped elegantly from the gate. He looked proud, stunning and indifferent. The happiness he felt warmed the air around him.

"Sir, We lost track of Senator john Blume" The man sigh and bring out a small phone. "Triplicate?" "Dead sir" Emeryk lips stretch into thin line hearing the report from his personal assistant. "Proceed with Debbie's funeral"He said and glance at the disc on the grey table beside his laptop. "Bring in the man" The personal assistant bow again and walk away,he returned with a young shivering man in tattered clothing. Emeryk twirl his chair to face him with a big wide smile. "You heard it all" The young man nodded. "And you brought this to me...thank you"

Whilst I was reading the report files on the information’s that has been gathered by the tortured and interrogated Assassin from the Spider. One thing that that stood out to me, and it has been bothering me quite a lot, like wood splinter under my skin. The fact that why the Emperor himself ordered his assassin to go an fetch him the Troll King Blood. The Emperor Sladin Kobul the 5th, Emperor of the Battle Star Empire, in his early days he was known to be battle maniac that waged war in order to measure his power and strength, whilst expanding his empire. A ruthless man, not the brightest, but he was surrounded by his capable ministers, supporters and many nobles. Not to mention he was an im

Era God General and Void Kill also disappeared without a trace. At the same time, just as Era God General and Void Kill and the others left, in the void of the endless Killing Religion at this moment, Tadhg Walter's figure suddenly appeared here. With a wave of his sleeve, Archibald Henry, Alger Baker, and the three resentful emperors who were contained in Tadhg Walter's sleeves all came out directly. "Things are not over yet, another Emperor Grand is our enemy." As soon as he came out, Alger Baker spoke solemnly, which made Archibald Henry and the three evil emperors all have solemn faces.

Opened a drawer. Removed a file. Then another. Finally, he found what he was looking for. When he placed the photograph on the desk, Seraphina's blood ran cold. Jonathan Pierce. Former Chief Financial Officer of Blackwood Holdings. Reported missing six years ago. Never found. No body. No suspects. No answers. Another investigator. Another person connected to the mystery. Another ghost. The pattern was becoming impossible to ignore. "What about Marcus Holloway?" Damian shook his head. "I've never heard the name."

"So, if there's any grudge, settle it with them. Please don't involve us!" They desperately tried to distance themselves from Prospera Corporation. Before they could finish, Blade casually drew a dagger from his waist and slit an old man's throat. Blood gushed out as life fled his body. "Fuck it! I'm killing you old bastards! Do you think I didn't see what happened earlier? Bunch of turncoats! If Frederick and everyone else find you annoying, so do I!" Blade then declared impatiently, "If none of you have any connections with the company, you can all die!"

She doubted such a person could orchestrate a grand scheme resulting in her father's death. Reflecting on the past, both Gotrust and Bucapital competed for the same project. After her father's death, it was acquired by the Gibson family. Emily initially suspected the beneficiary of the crime, focusing on the Gibson family. Unfortunately, the new head of the Gibson family, Murray Gibson, was highly capable and ruthless, fortifying his family's empire impenetrably.

Charles replied, "I didn't mean it that way. You’re a superior being with the power to command thousands, so how could I possibly ask you to kneel before me? Still, don’t you think it’s only logical for one to disturb the resting place of a saint who greatly contributed to this country, even if they were the emperor?” After Charles said this, Blade took a step forward and said in a fury, “I’ve had enough of your nonsense, you scoundrel! Saint Elmer may be a saint, but Draco is the emperor. How dare you ask an emperor to kneel before a saint. I’m sure Saint Elmer would be cursed for centuries should the legate kneel before him. “Are you trying to help him or dig a deeper grave for him?” Blade

I ask as my eyes landed on a gorgeous young lady in one of the black and white photos standing next to a youthful gentleman. "Um, she passed a year ago," Blade replies and I immediately wished I had realized soon enough to not have bothered to ask. "I'm sorry to hear that," I say sincerely and I wanted to ask how he was coping but Blade replied before I could. "Don't worry about it too much, he's a Collins, he's strong." "He's your father's father?" "Oh yeah," Blade says staring at the photos on the wall. "How comes I've never heard you talk about your dad, or I've never seen him?"

"Blades don't scare me, princess." Well, I guess I go to my father level. I push him back and climb onto him, the tip of the knife digging against his neck, and the blood drips free. "How about this, imagine someone strapped to this chair, unable to move. Me here sat on them, the knife against their throat, only I don't stop, I fucking pull and ruin their pretty neck. You don't have many weaknesses Mr Lewis, but Jessie sure is one and if that payment isn't in the account by tomorrow, guarantee she is dead."