Novel & Cerita Blade Kamen Rider

But the blow never came. The heavy oak door exploded inward. Shards of wood flew across the room like shrapnel. Tristan tackled me to the ground, using my body to shield his own from the debris. I hit the floor hard, my head bouncing off the rug. A low, guttural growl filled the room. It vibrated in my teeth. I looked up, coughing through the dust. Blake stood in the doorway. He wasn't a wolf, but he wasn't entirely human either. His eyes were glowing a violent, radioactive silver. His canines were extended, sharp enough to tear through bone. He was shirtless, his chest heaving, and his skin was flushed with the heat of his shift.

——— Carla Christine POV - As Yuichi and I walked to the living room, I couldn’t help but look one by one at those who were here waiting for us. Blake, he is not just a kid. He is also a member of the Dark organization. Because he learned to handle various weapons at a young age, it was easy for others to train him. His special skill is computers. He does everything about computers, hacks, everything. Astrid Lavid and Vince Lopez, they are both sharpshooters. No matter how far away their target is, they will hit it. And two more not here, Dylan Matthew, he is a bomb expert, and Edward Fernandez is a great fighter. Although they are all magnificent fighters, Edward can single-knock out fifty p

Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face. He’s dressed in all black like me, with blackout tattoos covering his neck and arms. Short cropped blonde hair, grey eyes, tall but muscular; I’ve heard tales about this Gamma that rival my own. He has a penchant for killing humans in the most gruesome ways, and his favorite weapon is a JagdKommando knife; the deadliest of blades as it has three edges that spiral together like a corkscrew into a sharp tip. No doctor can sew up a wound left by this knife.

Through the notion of Blake running to Selene, he dropped Selene's katana on the floor. He looks over towards Blake, noticing his dagger still tucked in on his back. He recalls the night he had it made. He had gone with Him to make it. Ironically made with the same materials and magic Selene's katana was made from, plus the enchantment specially performed by a great wizard friend of theirs.

He channeled a message to Blake, asking, "Are you okay?" Blake replied solemnly, "It's nothing serious." During the battle, the shockwave from the battle had torn the void apart, but Blake was able to withstand the aftermath by activating his bloodline power. However, the consequences of using that power began to manifest, and his body's spiritual energy was already waning. He did not know if he could avoid danger if he continued to engage in combat, especially as Severin had an elite-quality spiritual treasure.

As I got close to Blake's cottage, I activated my X-ray vision and could see him inside, looking out the window as if he was expecting me. Without warning, I burst through the door with my bike and pulled out my blade, ready to defend myself. But as soon as I entered, Blake lunged at me with a fierce intensity. He was clearly prepared for my arrival. I didn't hesitate. I swung my blade with all my might, the weapon dipped in wolf's bane. It connected with Blake's chest, just above his heart, and he fell to the ground with a thud. “Listen to me Blake, wolf's bane is moving slowly toward your heart as we speak. You'll be dead in the next 5 minutes.”

Ride With Me, Luna. Luna's POV. The moment the door opened right behind me, I felt a sudden change in the air. It was strange and intense, and I couldn't resist the urge to find out what was going on. Without any delay, I turned around to see who it was. And to my greatest surprise, it was Blake, dressed in a sleek black suit that suited him perfectly. "Everybody, get out!" he ordered, his voice sending a shiver down my spine as I stared at him.

Everyone united against the common enemy. "Haha! Do you think you can escape the punishment of Edur by doing this?" Blake's sinister gaze swept across the hall once again. Just then, a young man filled with fiery passion swung a machete from behind in a fierce attack. Blake did not even bother to look as he swung his right fist. The punch carried a gust of wind, heading straight for the young man's head. The young man's head burst open in the middle, and blood gushed out like a waterfall. Blake was like a demon as he approached the young man, chuckling while he felt the crimson blood. With a twist, he threw the deformed head into the crowd.

She's my only one. I walked through the doors. To us, the atmosphere inside was normal, but to regular citizens, it would probably look loud and chaotic. Right by the snooker pool table stood Max, my second-in-command, alongside Anthony street name Blade. Anthony is legendary around here; he’s got the fastest, most lethal blade work you've ever seen. The man could take down an entire army on his own.

"When a coin falls, don't pick it up because what? Because I can be overseen!?" I stepped closer to the bed and picked up my gold purse before I walked out the door. When I got outside, I caught Blade wiping his big bike. He told me that bike's name and it was the weirdest thing in the world. Its name is Sketcher. I mean, could you believe how softie Blade is? I also wonder how could Liam not notice that Blade comes home at the Dawson? Liam had never doubted him and ordered his people to follow his personal guard.