Blade Runner Pawn Novels & Stories

Runes ran along the hilt—half flame, half crescent—and the metal pulsed like it was alive. Racheal stepped closer. The blade sang to her blood. “You feel it, don’t you?” Myra whispered. “It was made for you.” Racheal reached out, fingers hovering over the hilt. “What is it?” Myra exhaled slowly. “It’s called Ashweaver. A soulbound blade. Forged at the end of the Flame Wars by a rogue godsmith. It can kill a vessel of divine blood… but only if wielded by one who shares that blood.”

If Dannie gave him the tiniest excuse he would fire every last bullet into her. Suddenly several of Possibly-Shawn’s men were shoved forward and Balric walked in behind them. His eyes fell first on Possibly-Shawn then Dannie. More embarrassment flooded through her. Dannie kept her eyes on the tiles. “What is going on here?” Balric demanded, his gruff voice cold and even. “Who the hell are you?” Possibly-Shawn demanded right back at him. “Balric, ex Blade of Praetor Caius,” Balric replied, his voice getting gruffer as he spoke.

Beta Sylvester said. "Stay calm, Cassian," Ryan mindlinked, already sensing that Cassian was boiling underneath his silence. "We brought gifts for the new Alpha and his Luna," Ryan said to Sylvester. "Thank you," Sylvester said, grinning widely to reveal a gold tooth. "The Luna is my daughter, so I am pleased." "I hope your alphas come with a good deal for alliance," Cassian growled. "Because if I am not satisfied, Blackspire will bear the consequences."

The hybrid's arms fall to the ground with the shackles. "Nice try fucker!" I swing my blade a second time decapitating him. Reaper has shifted into his mortal form. He hands me one of the two semi automatic handguns he is holding. We take off running and shooting anything that isn't a dragon, hellhound or king of hell. I scream as I watch Gunner's huge dragon body hit the ground. The earth shakes under our feet. When I finally get to him; what's left of Bael's horde is trying to retreat.

"Let's see if you can escape from me," Brett asked while looking around him. There are eight small blades in his hands. He considers these as his new favorite toys since he bought them from an auction in New York. The eight blades are made from high qualiy stone and they are worth million dollars. Brett only brought these treasures because he wanted to show these off to Adam and Chandler later. But it seems he'll use them as his weapon this time.

Blade smiled mischievously and wiped the blood off of his nose. “As you can see, these ones are feisty. They got me real good before I brought them here. If not for the potion you gave me, I’d have a harder time taking them but I’m telling you buddy, they are better than the previous pets I brought before,” Blade patted Garett’s shoulders and whispered, “One of them is a minister’s daughter, one of the most beautiful women in our kingdom. And the men? I’m sure the ladies would love them and bid a lot for them.”

“I’ll miss you, too.” Just then, both of their ears twitch and their heads snap to the east. A guard must have slipped past one of the two groups, and he was so close to sneaking up on the two beta’s. His mistake had been a simple misstep, a twig breaking underneath his foot. Ander and Morrigan growl, and Ander gives a small nod to his sister. With a wolfish grin, she advances on the attacker.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

“Well, yeah, Dad’s in pretty deep with Blade. It’s either we pay him back or he’s going to sell him to Goddess knows who because of how good his testing and research has been. Blade and his guild beat the shit out of him last week, pardon my language, Ms. Monroe. The doctors have him in a coma right now to help him heal, but he hasn’t woken up yet. They left his head alone, but they must’ve used some silver or wolfsbane laced something when they hit him. They cornered me before I went to the hospital to see him the other day and said if they didn’t get their money back, he was going to be sold, and then they’d come for me. Either way, I need a million dollars as fast as possible.” Auntie’s e

Kaelen’s head snapped up, his blue eyes burning with a rage so terrifying that even the air around us seemed to freeze. "Hand it over, Lyra," he growled, his voice deep and lethal. "Or I will tear this castle apart with you inside it." Lyra didn't back down. She held the small silver vial higher, her thumb resting on the tiny cork top. "One wrong move, Your Highness, and I drop it into the snow," she warned, taking a careful step backward. "The glass breaks, the poison consumes her, and your precious Pawn dies in your arms within two minutes."