Blade #hsr Novels & Stories

In fact, even if they wanted to shoot him, Trey’s shield would have blocked it! Even Blackie was dumbfounded by the result, “How are you so good at shooting??” “This bro is talented,” Noah replied coyly. (／≧ω＼) “Don’t try to pass off this shit as talent!! What kind of talent would a person need to be able to hit dead-center every time after wielding a gun for 10 minutes?!” (ꐦ▔皿▔)ノ ︵ ┻━┻ “…Ok, so I might have played a lot of shooters with one of those old-school VR helmets and VR controllers… but I have no recollection of it whatsoever! Thus, you cannot deny that this bro is talented!” ╮(╯▽╰)╭

"I don't believe it. Tell him to come to the phone!" Sheldon knew just how dangerous Blade was. He was far more skillful and ruthless than the Four Fighters, and Sheldon refused to believe that Blade would actually lose to Damian in a fight. "Alright, be a good dog and bark for your owner," Damian said, holding the phone speaker to Blade's mouth. "Mr. Hoover, I've been defeated. Please tell my master that Damian is not to be underestimated!" "Blade? Blade!" Sheldon exclaimed, his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach.

Its crystal core was visible. With a flick of her blade, Hayley pried it out. A crystal core the size of a baby's fist, impossibly clear and radiant, hovered before her.

It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun. Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too. By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly

He probably was gonna feel guilty about it but didn’t have enough time as he saw Natalie’s enraged eyes. She pulled out her metal Tonfas and attacked him. Adrian grabbed a steel rod lying on the ground as well. Metals clashed against each other as each attack got stronger and more desperate to win, but Natalie had an edge over Adrian as she was trained already to use them. She hit him on the chest with it and then hit his hand holding the rod. He dropped the rod as his fingers got numb from pain. She was winning when suddenly a gunshot passed threw them very closely making them stop their fight.

"Protect the center!" "I am an Alpha of the North, Rhys!" I shouted back, my own voice vibrating with a primal authority that made the nearest raider hesitate. "I am not a trophy to be guarded! I am the blade!" I dove into the fray just as a raider lunged at Rhys’s blind spot from the rear, holding a jagged, obsidian-tipped *shuriken*. "Rhys! Six o'clock! Low!" I cried out.

Nico sat at the center of the elite table on the raised platform—Elara and Liora on either side (legs still draped over his lap under the table), Ravenna and Seraphina across from him (hands linked openly), Celeste and Remy flanking the group like silent sentinels. The Fang feed was already exploding—millions of views on the live stream titled **#BludHeavenDance – Queens Claim #1 Human in Public**. Comments scrolled in real time: - “They’re not even hiding it anymore 😭” - “Matching wristbands? Matching OUTFITS? This is endgame.” - “Darius is somewhere losing his mind rn.” - “Protect Nico at all costs.” Then—midway through the first slow song—something shifted.