Blade Runner Pawn Novels & Stories

Before I could get to the door, the driver from earlier stepped in front of me, his lips set in a grim line. I shot him a glare but his stony gaze never wavered. “If you take another step,” my father's cold voice echoed through the room. “.....you are dead to me.” My throat constricted but I raised my head up high. “I rather be dead than be your pawn,” I muttered and shoved the driver, my shoulder hurting from the impact. ________ I dragged my feet in a daze, moving like I was outside of my own body. I didn’t stop until I found myself on the rooftop, the night air biting my skin.

“Cooter Armor isn't your typical armor. If you want to trade for it, the Balch family only has one comparable item.” “What is it?” Blind Ivan walked to the front of the building. He opened his eyes, reveraling only white eyeballs. The pupils were nowhere to be found. Then, he pointed in another direction, toward the Balch mansion. Over there was where the Sword Pavilion of the Balch family was located. “Willbreaker!” “What did you just say? Blind Ivan, are you kidding me?” Carwyn exclaimed as soon as those words were spoken. “Are you asking me to take Willbreaker and trade it to the Iron Family in exchange for Cooter Armor?”

We were drowning in a sea of debt they didn't know I knew about. In my past life, I'd been a pawn in Jarrold and Cindy's twisted game, tangled in their mess until it got me killed. And for what? I hadn't gained a thing. Back then, I'd still believed in something as naive as pure love. How pathetically foolish. Now, I knew better. Now, my only true loyalty was to the cold, hard cash that could buy my freedom. Since I was stuck in their game, I might as well play to win.

Brian shouted “Stop whining, ooh great alpha rogue, your days of glory are over” Ryder said, twirling the silver blade, looking at the wound on brian that is refusing to heal. “The fact is, I’ve already won, quit, and surrender. She’s mine.” His eyes flicked to me, his smirk widening.

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.

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.

" 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.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

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. . . .

Looking at her beautiful smile, Owen's heart ached, but he absolutely did not allow himself to be weak. To be able to restore power, sit on the throne of vampires, become Lewis the great, he can't help but use Brawen. Yes, the purpose he saved Brawen that year was for Brawen to become his pawn, to become the deadly rose that led him to the throne of power.