Blade Runner Novels & Stories

He swiped my hands away, trying to cover his face. "That's enough!" His voice rose as he simultaneously raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. My face whipped to the side, my cheek screaming in pain, as my hands paused their attack at the strike of pain. Drake undid my pants and lifted off of me to pull them down. I snapped back to the fight and, without his weight upon me, used the opportunity to scramble from beneath him. I didn't need my stupid pants. I needed the gun. I scrambled to my feet and made another run for it.

Damon frowned at her and quickly pulled her away. The bullet hit and Mira was stunned when she realised whom it had hit. "Rudra!" She rushed towards him. Rudra came in between when he saw that the bullet was going to hit Mira. "Are you fucking crazy? Why would you do this?" She looked at his arm where the bullet had scratched his arm. "Then you want me to see you getting hit?" He asked her while groaning in pain. Damon tackled all men and rushed towards Rudra.

“I’ve never heard that word before.” “They spoke of our old gods, our old kings, saying they were one in the same,” Blake concludes, closing his eyes. “Hannibal has… wings.” “Wings?” Maeve narrows her eyes. Blake nods. “And some kind of a magical shield that can keep them hidden. I’m not sure.” “I’ll have Misty and Arthur look into it,” Ryatt says before taking Fallon out of Maeve’s arms with practiced grace. Fallon looks incredibly small tucked in the crook of his elbow. “Where’s Soren?”

Blade waited by the black SUV, leaning against the door with his arms crossed. He wore a simple black shirt and dark jeans, but he still looked every bit the Beta. When he saw me, he straightened and gave a small, respectful nod. “Morning, Luna,” he said, voice steady. “Ready?” I nodded, adjusting the strap of my school bag on my shoulder. Ryder had already kissed me goodbye inside, his hands lingering on my waist like he didn’t want to let go.

Lilian Yanes, although also heartbroken, quickly reached out to support Snow, "It's okay! Kiran won't die!" "Really?" Snow quickly looked towards the live broadcast. She saw Kiran's familiar smile, his disdainful smirk, and the dominance in his eyes. It was all too familiar! Could it be... "Blake Frost, close your eyes!" Kiran suddenly shouted. His right hand, which had been still until now, lifted and a white light shot out. Then, the air filled with the sound of clinking. The spinning blades flying towards Kiran began to spin incessantly in the air, then changed direction, heading towards Lord Red Cloud.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

I declared, my voice a cold, unwavering command. The air crackled with tension as we circled each other, our blades gleaming in the dim light of the chamber. Despite his skill and determination, the beta was no match for the relentless fury that burned within me. With each strike, each parry, I felt the primal power surging through my veins, a force beyond comprehension.

My soul was trembling in fear. The heartbeat kept on growing, fading. Over time the sound was increasing. A dusty window from where a gust of wind came caught my attention as I moved my head following it. Just at that moment, the flashlight fell on my eyes, and I glanced back at the entrance with a minimal gaze. I noticed a shadow standing in front of me, wearing a long white blanket and holding a lantern in one hand. "ARHHHHHH!" I screamed, rivalled by the blast of thunder and rain.

I will my arms to wrap around Tarra and pull her close to me but I can't fucking move. "Crayvin, what the hell happened?" Tarra shouts. Her face is red and tear coated. There isn't a dry spot on her face. "It's... that lady fired. She was aiming at Drew and I tried to protect him, but Cassandra... she... she... leapt in front of me." His voice sounds restricted, as if it's painful to speak. His pretty blue eyes are filled with tears, the edges red as the sun. I grimace and my eyebrows shoot up to the blazing, Arizona sun. Reality sets in and I realize it isn't Crayvin that is dying.

the elder announced, raising her hand, “by the power vested in me by the Moon Goddess and the Royal King, I declare you, Nyx James, Luna of Ironclaw Dominion Pack and the Queen of all Luna's.” He sliced her palm with a silver blade. She let out a sharp cry of pain as he squeezed the wound. Blood dripped into a silver chalice held by Beta Aaron. Kyo followed, slicing his own hand. But the moment his hand touched hers—something sparked. A jolt of energy surged between them. Nyx cried out and collapsed to the floor, fainting instantly. Kyo rushed forward, but the elder raised a hand. “Don’t touch her.” Everyone gasped.