Blade Runner Pawn Novels & Stories

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.

His accent was entirely different from that of SilverFang, deliberate in the way he pronounced each syllable. "My pursuit of triumph over SilverFang is an undying feat. I apologize if it scares you." His features were sharp, sharper than I remembered, his eyes reflecting gold, and one could easily see the intensity swirling within them, as though his wolf could descend upon me at any moment before I even had the chance to cast a spell. "I'm part of SilverFang. I don't think your apology is sincere, is it?" The man simply snorted a laugh. Exposing his left hand revealed a remote. Upon pressing a button, the MoonBlade pieces, painted in black, removed two pawns from SilverFang's white side.

I’m a graveyard. Nyssa rises, gestures to the black flame. It twists, reshaping into a blade— Long, jagged, veined with cracks of violet. “The Godsbane,” she says. “The weapon that ends thrones.” The blade floats toward me like it knows my name. When I touch the hilt, the cavern dims. The Forsworn kneel. Not to the blade. To me. And for one awful second, I understand Elara. Power doesn’t feel like strength.

The shards flew everywhere, one slicing into my exposed calf. "I've already paid you back. If you keep humiliating me, it'll be crossing a line." "Am I crossing a line?" I turned to Colton. Colton quickly shook his head. "How could it be? If it weren't for you helping him back then, he'd probably be begging under some bridge." I turned my gaze back to Zach. "Did you hear that? You owe me more than just money. You owe me your life." Lifting my injured leg, I showed him the blood trickling down in a thin line.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

Unlike what a majority thought, Ema Claw was much more than a software company. My eyes caught sight of a frail female figure advancing towards me and a gentle but wicked smile played at the corner of my lips. I looked to my watch. It was exactly 9am. Why was I not surprised? My pawn had arrived just on time. I saw her look at me with pained eyes which I shrugged off. "Take a seat" I said and I saw her bite her lips in hesitation but sit down eventually. "You look rather worn out bitch. Seems this week was a bit tough for you?

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

Cain hit the button, and the target began to screech its way back toward us. "Flower, I’m jealous," Ravenna called out. She was leaning against the wall, looking like a bored model. "You look way too comfortable back there," I said, picking the Silencer back up. It was so light I could hide it in my bra or a small purse and never feel it. It was a dangerous little secret. Cain grabbed the paper. He frowned, shaking his head. I leaned over his shoulder to see. One shot in the shoulder, one under the ribs, and one in the thigh.

"He was never willing to accept do that, he was trapped and had no way out. He tried to leave, first by hiding and then being a sort of spy for the Feds. But Venom doesn't allow for exits, nor does he forgive snitches." My knees quaked under me as I felt myself swaying. I gripped the edges of the table to keep myself from tumbling down. My head pressed down as I tried to breathe in air while it felt like my chest was about to explode. My heart feels like it was crushed while running a marathon. Blade makes no move as he stands quietly, he doesn't say anything as he seemed to give me space to gather myself or fall apart. I am partly grateful for that because this was all a lot to take in. I j