Blade Runner Pawn Novels & Stories

“Aww, you think threatening me makes you a mighty giga chad, do you? I’ve been a member of the lawless underground society for more than ten years, and no one has ever dared wave a threat in my face! Are you happy that you’re the first? Now, come receive your reward!” Phantomknife unsheathed his snowy, shiny blades and pointed their tips at Javier. Cold glints bounced off their surface, making for a terrifying entrance, but little else happened, as Phantomknife never got to hit Javier with them. He felt a sharp pinch on his wrist and saw Javier’s silhouette get blurry. The next time his eyes focused, his shiny blades had changed hands. Javier was the one aiming the pointy bits at him now.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

Pux said with a deep…well, deep for a gnome…bow. "But how did this happen?" Renny kept staring, her body stiff. All around the condo, gnomes bounced on the furniture, swung from curtains, and were using the kitchen sink like a pool, high diving off the faucet. She was fighting the urge to get a flyswatter. "What makes me this Warrior's Blade thing now?" "Thing? The Warrior's Blade is not a thing. It is a person. It's you." She sighed, doing her best to keep her temper in check. "Why is it me?"

She had built a world of glass and thought it would protect her forever. I reached down and touched the ceramic blade in my waistband. The edge was slightly chipped from the violence in the penthouse, the line of the blade jagged and raw. It wasn't a tool of the "Design" anymore; it was the weapon of the variable. The rail-car accelerated into the darkness, plunging us into the pitch-black throat of the subway tunnel. Ahead of us lay the Pine Barrens, the hidden masters of the city, and the final, bloody conclusion to a script we were rewriting with our own hands.

"When a coin falls, don't pick it up because what? Because I can be overseen!?" I stepped closer to the bed and picked up my gold purse before I walked out the door. When I got outside, I caught Blade wiping his big bike. He told me that bike's name and it was the weirdest thing in the world. Its name is Sketcher. I mean, could you believe how softie Blade is? I also wonder how could Liam not notice that Blade comes home at the Dawson? Liam had never doubted him and ordered his people to follow his personal guard.

"Hopefully, with all the mistakes you have made and experiences you have, you will be a better parent to your son and our baby. You need urgent rest. I see you falling sick any moment from now. I'm taking you back to the hotel room. We will talk about your son and family later." "There is one more thing you need to know about me." Bryan frowned. "You used to be a stripper, prostitute, kidnapper, drug dealer? I don't care about your past. All that matters is the present and future." "I am Blade." Kim revealed. Bryan comes down from the quad bike. "You are who? Stop this joke, it's not funny. You know how much I hate Blade."

He turned his body to face them, but still, his face is not clearly visible. Blade is confused. He is not understanding how this man knows his name. 'Looks like he investigated all of us before coming here and attempting to kill The King ' he thought. "I...." Blade opened his mouth to give a strong verbal whiplash to Reed, but only air came out of his mouth. Reed rattled him that much. Reed shook his head with annoyance. He understood what is happening here and his irritation flared. He is trying to control his anger. "Ar*atix IP1, a weapon which is made to kill" he murmured while looking at the sleek black handgun which Blade is holding. That gun is expensive and is a high-tech weapon.

Blakeley froze and slowly looked up at Bryar who now had a scared expression on. “Hmm.” Blakeley muttered and slowly picked up the gun, the gun to her room opened behind her and she turned to see Bryan walking in sleepily. “What is with all the noise?” He asked rubbing his eyes. “Why are you… “ He trailed off seeing the gun in her hand and he took steps back immediately.

Cillian, his wristblades immediately stabbing into the necromancer’s chest. Sven leaned in close and hissed, “It’s a puppet show.” Cillian sneered and swung his sword down, but Sven wrenched the wristblades free just in time to turn his body sideways, flattening himself against the edge of the bridge. Cillian missed, but swung the blade again, this time from the side. Sven blocked with his wristblades, groaning from the effort, but Cillian pushed down upon them. The silver flames of the blade neared ever-closer to Sven’s face.

"Kyara… what did you—" Before he could continue, the earth beneath the obelisk burst apart, allowing blinding light to stream forth. A person appeared, its body shrouded in shadow and flame. "Well done," it replied, with a low, mocking purr. "The pawn finally learns to play." Eric moved in front of me, using his body as a shield. "Stay back," he hissed, his claws prepared. The creature chuckled, sending cold through my veins. "Oh, Alpha, you do not comprehend. "She is already mine."