Novel & Cerita Blade Runner Pawn

A whisper of steel. A blur from the shadows. Rylan reacted instantly, lunging despite his weakened state, his body shifting mid-movement— —but he was too slow. The blade was already in the air. It wasn’t magic. It wasn’t shadow. It was cold, forged iron etched with runes meant for one purpose only. Veilborn blood. Lyra felt the intent before she saw the weapon—a focused, ruthless certainty aimed directly at her heart. “LYRA!” Rylan roared.

Blade took her hand and placed the bag in it. He then turned and looked at Franz, who was surprised that someone could actually marry the devil in front of him. And that person is no other than, President Blade. "President Blade, What are..." Still in shock he tried to ask. "You can put the gun down first" Blade patted his shoulder before leaving the station

only her. Jade's POV That was amazing, I guess I can check kitchen sex off the list. I looked over at Blake as he pulled his sweatpants up, his back decorated with new marks and some of them cut deep enough that they were starting to bleed, "I really think I should trim my nails." I said. He walked up to me and took my hands in his, "I thought we already talked about this." he smiled. "Yeah but you're bleeding."

Through the notion of Blake running to Selene, he dropped Selene's katana on the floor. He looks over towards Blake, noticing his dagger still tucked in on his back. He recalls the night he had it made. He had gone with Him to make it. 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.

"I loved you and the first thing you did was betray me with lies. It was never going to work out between us. I see that now." She stepped back. “Leave, Luca.” “You don’t mean that.” “I do,” she said. “Because I finally see what you are. I refuse to be a pawn in whatever plan you have up your sleeve.” He eyed Sergio. “But you are willing to be his pawn.” “Think what you like but I'm not anyone's pawn,” she corrected him. “This is me, finally awake.” For a moment, he just looked at her. Then he gave a slow nod to his men.

But the moment I touched the door, the pull stopped. I stepped inside, it was cold. Not temperature cold. Wrong cold. Like a freezer for secrets. And weapons. I saw blades, silver ones. Cleaned but still faintly stained. Rows of them, lined up like trophies. I also saw Traps and bials of something dark…. Wolfsbane. My breath caught. I think this wasn’t Derek's or Caleb’s either. This was Adrian’s. Handwork. Was armory for hunting?? I couldn't tell. I backed up very fast such that I nearly tripped over a crate.

When she walked up, soaked and shaking from the cold, he introduced himself. "I can help you" he had said simply. She had looked at him like he was insane, or a cop. But Leonardo was calm. He handed her a sealed envelope. Inside; proof that her debts had been paid "Why?" she asked, voice hoarse He smiled. "Because I need a pair of eyes inside Moretti. Someone who sees things no one else does and you owe me now" From that moment on, Marina belonged to him. She checked emails, she planted software, she listened, recorded and reported

the auctioneer began, voice low now, “is known as ‘The Veinpiercer’. It was used to kill the last Alpha—thrice stabbed into his heart under the Blood Moon War. The blade is believed to be cursed... or blessed, depending on who holds it.” Silence. “Starting at $2.5 million.” A hand rose. Another. Then Luthor’s. My heart skipped. “Five million,” he said flatly. Another man, masked in a white Venetian porcelain design, raised his hand slowly. “Six point five,” he called out. Luthor’s gaze narrowed. “Eight million.” The man didn’t blink. “Ten.” My breath caught. The crowd turned their heads. No one else dared. “Thirteen point five,” Luthor said through clenched teeth.

“I didn’t want to believe it. But it’s real.” “The twin fire,” she said. “Another person. Another piece of this fate.” “Someone with power equal to yours. Opposite to mine.” “Do you know who he is?” “No. Only that the Tribunal has been grooming him for years. They call him the Crownblade. And he’s not just a threat.” “What is he?” Riven’s voice was quiet, dark with memory. “He’s your match.”

“Because I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending that I’m okay with being used.” He was quiet for a moment, his eyes dark and unreadable as they locked onto mine. “I don’t want you to pretend,” he said finally, his tone serious. “I just... I want you to know that I see you, Cleo. Not as a pawn or a means to an end. I see you.”