Blade Runner Novels & Stories

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

But before she could even get close to me, a blur moved between us. At first, I thought it was Damien, but he was by my side and holding my hands. The blur was Blade. His hand shot through the air, and he caught her wrist as though he was catching a thrown pillow. It was effortless. “What the hell,” Lyra hissed, “Let go of me this instant,” she snapped as she struggled against his grip, He didn’t move, nor did he react. All he did was look into her eyes and smile. “Careful,” he said in a soft tone, his words almost conversational, “You don’t want to irritate me,”

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

Leia POV: I hardly slept at all last night, my bite wound was not healing like it should and Una has been rather quiet and hasn't said much. So for safety measure Brandon is taking me to Julie and I'm sure she is going to rip my ass up again. "How much pain are you in?" Brandon asked. "I don't want to walk, too much pressure on that side makes it worse. Or it feels that way at least." I replied. "Let me have a look at it." Brandon said and I raised my shirt. I let him take the bandages off and heard him sigh. When I looked down it was starting to turn black. "You can ride on Lane, let's go." Brandon said, helping me to my feet. I went to take a step forward and dug my nails into him, "What t

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

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.

I mutter the thought out loud. "I'm not a part of the pack." Kane groans and pinches the bridge of his nose. Then, he points his finger in the direction of the hideous creature. "If there's one thing you should really fear, Selena, it's the one that tried to drag you across the border. Congratulations, you've met the one and only bleeder." "Bleeder?" The heck is that? "Bleeder is the only creature who's built to survive by feeding on humans, and humans only. If being eaten alive doesn't sound bad, imagine being eaten by a spider-vampire hybrid type of shit. That's a damn bleeder."

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

Brynne’s eyes glowed brighter for a moment but she remained in place. “We’ll watch,” Blade continued. “We’ll wait. And we’ll hope you survive the last night.” Calla’s breath came fast, chest heaving. The cold air burned her lungs, but the heat between her legs refused to fade. Blade’s smirk returned. “Survive the last night, little pumpkin. Then we’ll see who owns who.” He stepped back into the shadows, shifting partially as he went. Brynne remained a moment longer, watching through the fur, before melting into the trees behind him.

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the steam-filled tunnel. One of the clones, a girl who had my face, my hair, and my height lunged at me. Her silver hand was shaped like a jagged blade. I rolled to the right, the metal tip scraping the concrete where my head had been a second before. "Hazel, watch out!" Bryan screamed. He didn't have his blue energy blade anymore, but he grabbed a heavy metal pipe from the wall. He swung it, hitting the clone in the side of the head. It didn't bleed. It just let out a hollow, metallic clink and kept coming.