Blade Runner Novels & Stories

The "Reviewer’s Blade" was a weapon of absolute exclusion. It didn't cut through flesh; it cut through "Relevance." As the man in the hoodie pointed the silver-glass tip at Silas, the Alpha-Regent felt his very history—the three years of his regret, the sacrifice in the spire, the battle for the sun—being "De-prioritized." He was becoming a "Secondary Character" in his own story, his gold-and-sapphire skin turning to a dull, uninteresting grey.

he said. I looked towards the entrance of the gym as Blade walked through it. Blade is a Seer and he has been with my pack since I was a pup. He isn’t a shifter but he pledged his life to my father once he became of age to do so. Before then he was under my father’s protection and now I’ve taken on that pact. He is one of my best friends. His position isn’t normal, as a Seer is usually a female. It's for that reason he is doing his own research on his background. For now he can keep his privacy on it so long as his safety or the packs’ isn’t in jeopardy. He walked over to where we were sitting with his hands in his suit pockets. “I knew I’d find you two in here. Drills weren’t enough to driv

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

Nio rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Really? You’re not? Do I look like an idiot? Your friend just called you Nio. Everyone in Raal knows your name. I'm Lara. And if you help me, I will help you. I can ...”: the woman continued. "We don't need help," Jon interrupted. Lara smiled, leaned closer to him and whispered: “Ah, Jon Varghoth, son of Stip Varghoth. The man who created hardened steel for his master and pushed the whole of Malfer into chaos.”

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

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 remembers that dagger from the last time they had this same encounter. It's easy to say that most of the time, vampires and werewolves will heal easily and will not be left with scars; but the last time they fought, Blake had cut him across his shoulder with that same dagger, and he still had a great scar to remember him by. He slowly grabs the katana, taking advantage that everyone has their eyes on both Blake and Selene. But Tyler stops him, making him drop it on the ground.

Will she take a chance on him despite the added complications of her pregnancy and past heartbreak? As Wynter's story unfolds, she must also confront the demons of her past, including a potential threat from a former lover with a dark agenda. Will she find the strength to forgive and move on? And ultimately, whom will she choose: the father of her child, or the man who has loved her unconditionally, especially without seeing her? In "Blinded Dreams," love shines as the only light in the darkness, and the heart sees all. Join us on a journey of twists and turns, where the boundaries of love are limitless and a blind man's perspective offers a unique window into the story's emotional depths

I really love you. Through the lines, I only read his reluctance. Without hesitation, I blocked the number that I could recite even in my dreams. On the wedding day, Colin, covered in blood, crawled across the road and blocked our path. Through the car window, I saw him drag himself toward us. He shouted, "Selena, help me! I regret it so much. Come and see me." It was a horrific scene, making me jump. Lucien quickly covered my eyes. "Don't be scared. I'll have someone take him away."

Some edged towards the exit, but their way out was blocked as more Reapers poured into the room. The drill was twice my height. On its side, I spotted silhouettes barely visible through a foggy glass door. It wasn’t just a drill—it was a transportation vessel, wide enough to contain ten men. I kicked off the ground and flew above the crowd. More drills bore up through the floor, which now looked as though it had been struck by an earthquake. Men in armor charged out of the drills, their heads fully covered by helmets with crosses painted on them. They moved with surprising agility, wielding strange firearms and long, buzzing blades. At the time, I did not know what to call them, but I now kn