Blade #hsr Novels & Stories

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Seventy thousand spectators watched in absolute awe as two of the tournament’s top contenders were neutralized in under forty seconds. Rhys slowly rose to his feet, rolling his massive shoulders. His chest rose and fell in a steady, controlled rhythm, the Apex Core hum-singing like a well-oiled war machine. Across the blood-stained deck, the Void-Blade twins were scrambling backward, their shadow-relics flickering erratically as they realized the sheer futility of their speed against his predictive reflexes. Rhys didn't even give them a second glance. He took a heavy, deliberate step forward, sending a clear, silent command across the cage.

One moved toward the entrance, another to the emergency exit and a third began opening cases, scanning through the valuables they had already gathered. Blade stepped down from the stage. Closer now. Raina’s breath hitched. Her grip on Aaron’s hand became desperate. “I said nobody gets hurt,” Blade said, voice low, as he walked past trembling guests. “But if one more person tests my patience… I’ll make an example.” The room seemed to hold its breath. Then Blade stopped… right in front of them. Raina couldn’t breathe. She felt the barrel of his stare even through the mask. He looked at Aaron, then at her, very slowly and calculated.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

“Blade is the youngest son of Huxleys, the last one who survived after the Spencers killed his own family.” My knees weakened and my body slumped to the floor. I couldn't stop shaking as I was becoming dazed. “No... No... Please tell me it's not true.” I saw Noah's feet approaching me and he came down to calm me down. “Blade is referring to the Spencers who took his family's life.” Anger welled up in my heart as I felt my blood rush to my head. “How did they do that to him? They are monsters…”

[Make lead's favorability rate towards June Weng +10 current favorability 70%] See what I did with the title? Ya'll must have thought it was only one interruption. Lmfao.

Blade was nearly two meters tall. His body was particularly robust and he had bulging muscles. The short-sleeved T-shirt that he wore accentuated his chest muscles, and they were big enough to rival an average woman's bosom. His bronze-colored arm muscles instilled fear in people, while his thick eyebrows and sharp eyes were brimming with might. When he arrived, he rubbed his bald head and asked Trevor in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, who do you want me to kill?"

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

Ulysses seemed a little perturbed at Blade's name calling, but it didn't surprise River that he would try to intimidate them using such immature tactics. "Nah, I'm not worried about that, either," Blade said, a smirk on his face. He laughed and ran a hand down the side of his hair. His bangs came to a perfect spike above his left eye, like the weapon he was named after. River wondered which had come first--the name or the hairstyle. Had he been born with that hairstyle or had he decided he needed a trademark look that represented his deadly name?