Blade King Novels & Stories

He was her great grandfather. Standing up in the middle of the mess, he swepted his hands down his pant legs. Once finished he turned to the King and gave him a bowed. Turning around he bowed his head in respect to the council members in front of him. As he lifted his head, his eyes looked straight at Jezzebelle and they had rage firing in them and it was directed straight at her. Janelle was being watched by two of the royal guards, the Leigonaires. Highly trained skilled warriors with one purpose to dedicate and protect the royal family. But as the King never married, it is just him they are dedicated to. Bryon and Cassius have no problem flexing their muscles in the right direction even i

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger. However, things go wrong on a mission when and she ends up encountering Kane King; a tall, brooding and handsome man with a killer smile who keeps making her break her own rules. Ironic, considering the first rule is to never break any of her rules. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

He yelled, "I have the hybrid!" Just then, Blake flapped his wings from behind the guards as they made way for him, and he landed in front of Richard. "I brought her already. Can I get my wings?" "Not yet, brother!" Blake hollered. "Where is the golden dirk?" "I don't have it," "What do you mean, you don't have it? You would undoubtedly take it after killing the ravens." "Well, I didn't. It was almost sunset. I had to rush here with the hybrid, can't afford to get my wings burnt."

The arena, a vast expanse of cracked stone and scorched earth, bore witness to the fierce clash between two titans. Blade, known for his relentless aggression and lightning-fast strikes, had seemed invincible to many. His reputation was built on an impressive string of victories, each one a testament to his unmatched skill and brute strength. His movements were fluid and precise, his blade a blur of deadly steel that cut through the air with lethal intent. But today, the tide had turned.

And Brielle… Wearing a cocktail minidress that looked more appropriate for a nightclub than a coronation. I tried my best not to roll my eyes. The Royal Celerant. The ancient title for the one who crowns kings stepped forward. He was old, dignified and wrapped in ceremonial white robes lined with silver. He voice echoed through the hall. “Damian Blake.” He began. “Through the trials you have surpassed, you have been chosen to lead our race and govern our community. But now, as you stand before us your kingship comes not only from victory… “

she said almost laughing. "I've never seen anyone more torn than you. Blake was like you, you know? He had sworn allegiance to a king... A prince, in particular, in whom he believed blindly, despite the fact that his father was one of the greatest evils of this land. Despite this, he sided with me and swore to protect us with his own life and Blake does not pray to the dark gods," she said, breathing deeply. "Which prince?" asked Doreon curiously, looking at her.

“For your birthday. After that he’ll return to school.” Blade was my younger brother. A twenty year old with very little control over his powers. Unlike me, Blade did not come out as part vampire. He was part wolf, part snake. Not just any snake, mind you. My brother was a Reinio snake. A powerful specie that could easily kill as they had little or no self-control. He was also a demigod because of our father.

He looked and saw red dots on their foreheads and didn’t need to be told to know what it was and also that he had on his forehead as well. “Those are seven of the country’s most trained snipers. If you make a silly move, your brain will be scattered around the dining table before the blink of an eye.” Blake threatened, “Try to keep your life for as long as possible, and maybe you will still get a chance at the throne.” He mocked. “BLAKE F@CKING KENSINGTON. I will kill you!” Dawson threatened underneath his breath. “You still can’t be King without me. My Dad is still very much alive, and I have a younger brother.” He reminded him.

I stopped, noticing the gun he’s pointed at Carl’s head. Blake’s eyes are staring at me with a feral look in them. “You can’t seriously expect me to let that slide, can you? Or are the people in Iron Clad Kings really that weak? Do you want me to accept that as the definition even if I’ve heard it a million times?” He’s fucking insane. I looked at the gun at Carl’s head and then back at Blake. “Let me go.” “Say something else that’s more fun.” This motherfucker… he was going to cause a scene. I knew that. There was only one way to play this game while keeping everything as minimal as possible.