Blade Kings Novels & Stories

Blake and Grandpa supported those around them with their magic. Blake was stronger than when I had seen him for the first time in the Lunaris Pack. He somehow seemed taller as he shot firebolts at the enemy. My heart broke for him as he fought against the pack that he once loved. It must be hard for him to do this, but he didn’t show it. He fought them with everything he had, regardless. A deep growl sounded so loudly, catching everyone’s attention for a moment.

The big drow yanked on the chain and swung it to the side, sending the blade towards Otheric. The young drow ducked and the blade merely shattered the chimney he was hugging. Without much effort, Nymgos spun the blade around again, keeping Minos and Rei at a length's distance. Anybody who dared to move, Nymgos would toss the blade against them, and pull it away, and spin it up again.

He said with a smile, “These two pretty celebrities threw themselves into my arms after learning about my great achievements. Since when did you start caring about these kinds of things, especially when there is mutual consent?” “Haha, really? What about this palm print on Miss Blake’s face?” Fane laughed. He did not expect that Magnus would still lie under these circumstances. “Haha, what can I do if she likes it rough?” Magnus laughed and asked Blake, “Am I right? Miss Knight, don’t you like playing like this?” Blake’s face darkened. She was hoping to be rescued when the door was kicked open. However, she realized that the young man in front of her was only a normal soldier. How could a no

Smirking at the surprise in her eyes he presses his lips to hers in a dominant kiss, when he pulls back he skims his lips down her neck to his mark, placing a soft kiss there making her shiver before he drops his hands. He then backs away from her, faces Nathaniel and slowly walks down the three steps. His warriors step aside allowing him to pass and as he approaches Nathaniel in the middle of the room the fighting around them stops. All the warriors in the room stop and back away making a circle around King Blade and King Nathaniel. Blade removes his new Royal jacket and his shirt allowing everyone to see as Luther ripples under his skin, lengthening his claws and canines to lean forward an

Blades of all shapes line the walls longswords, daggers, dual-edged trainers. Victoria picks up a sword at random, clearly with no idea what she’s doing. I take my time, eyes scanning until I see a long, slightly curved blade with a wolf crest near the hilt. Alpha Kingsley trained me himself. Even without my wolf, I know how to handle steel. I pick it up, weighing it carefully in my hand. Balanced. Sharp. Then pain. A crack like thunder splits the air followed by a sharp, jarring pain at the back of my skull.

Blade’s command had emboldened him to drag me into whatever hellhole they intended. Dontrell stood tall, brushing off his shirt as though nothing had happened. His voice was calm, but his words carried the weight of thunder. "Seems the time I left this house made you all forget your place. I’m Dontrell Blade, the most feared kingpin in the United States, Scotland, San Diego, and anywhere! If I don’t want something to happen, it doesn’t. Not my father, not anyone, can force my hand. And if anyone thinks otherwise, they’ll answer to me.”

His expression grew stern and he pushed his lips together, which seemed to intensify Celendra’s arousal. “Besides, the Old King would never allow for that!” Herles continued arguing. Whether he saw Blake’s demand for silence or not, it did not matter. Blake pulled out one of Stefan’s daggers and held it up, as if examining the sharp edge. The blades were evenly weighted and superbly built. Prince Ipos must have spent a fortune on them. He ran his thumb along it, and a bead of blood formed. Herles stared at him with wide eyes, suddenly aware of his blunder. He opened his mouth to plead or maybe it was to argue. Blake would never know because the next sound was from the blade sinking into Herl

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.

After clapping his hands twice, two bald and bully figures walked out from among the crowds and stood obediently on both sides of Prince Dominic. "Oh, let me to introduce you to my two royal knights. On my right, he is called Draco, and to my left, he is Blade. I believe my men would like to play with yours." As he spoke, the men buldged their muscles, their eyes staring down Jake's two companions. "You've already pissed me off for trying to stop the wedding, it's time the two of us settle this account." Swoosh As he spoke, Prince Dominic picked up a long sword from one of his defeated soldiers.

Blake taunted. Alright! This has gone on long enough, "He is Black Wing." "What?" "Yeah, Blake, the one you are taunting right now is a former fighter of Clover Field that went under the alias Black Wing. Sounds familiar?" at least that shut him up. "I understand your unmentioned hatred toward Mafias, and rightly so. But they are different. They are more like us than you think."