Blade #hsr Novels & Stories

She placed the sharp blade on the corner of my left eye, and I held back a scream in pain while groaning instead when she started dragging the blade down to my cheek and a trail of blood follows behind. "Oh god, that was a beautiful sound to my ears, lets see if we can make you scream again. I'm loving it!" Before she could continue slicing my face, the guy cleared his throat out loud, managing to catch slutty Sienna's attention. "What?!" He stepped into the light and I finally made out what he actually look like. He has sandy blond hair that's in a military cut sort of way and if I'm in a different situation right now, It would be safe to say that he's definitely good looking.

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

The pain of it was a physical white–hot agony in my shared chest. The hesitation was all Blade needed. The curse, fed by that fresh, devastating pain, surged back with a vengeance. The grey in his eyes vanished, swallowed by the violent red-blue. *I’LL SHOW YOU STRONG!* With a snarl that held no humanity, Blade’s clawed paw shot out. It wasn’t a swipe to wound. It was a killing blow. Fast, brutal, final. The girl’s whimper was cut off. Silence, except for the drip of the rain and Blade’s heavy panting.

Desmond doesn't even realize what's happening until it's too late. The blade slices through his dress shirt and red blossoms across his chest, soaking the white cotton material. With a pained shout, Desmond's eyes go wide in surprise then narrow on me with so much hate that it chills me. With the knife sticking out of his chest, right where his heart is located, he takes another unsteady step forward, lifting his weapon, gaze wild. But, I sidestep him, then I push him as hard as I can.

said a female fan as Gregory was being videotaped. Gregory's eyes began to gloss and drifted around as his gaze floated, his jaw was hanging slack and doesn’t have any control over his fine motor skills. His gestures also became even more pronounced and sweeping, that causing him to fall. "Yeah, and it seems he was indeed devastated after the spreading scene. Maybe we can also make a statement about him now," the man with her replied as it keeps to huddle to see even more. "Hell yeah. Let's break the internet again, babe. So that everyone will discover what his grudges are," the woman replied.

Bruce called all the men together, demanding to know what had happened. “It must have been a glitch in the system, but it’s been cleared up,” Howard said, looking at his boss and was relieved to see he seem satisfied with the answer. He looked at his watch, there were only twenty minutes until the ceremony was to begin and he wondered if Jake would make it in time. **********************************