Blade Runner Pawn Novels & Stories

Blake stood in front of me, pointing a box cutter at the scarred man as he shielded me behind him. “You’re not taking Eleanor.” His hand shook as he gripped the blade. “Kid, you think that’s enough to play hero?” The scarred wolf pulled his jacket aside, revealing the grip of a gun at his waist. “If you want to live, get out.” His hand closed around the gun, ready to draw. Blake’s face drained of color. He stared at the exposed metal, his lips trembling. “I’ll go with you!” I stepped out from behind Blake. “Don’t hurt him.”

"AAAAGH!" A scream of pure, unadulterated agony ripped from the fugitive’s throat. He stared down at his hand, which was now pinned to the wooden floorboards. A long, thin blade had been driven entirely through the back of his hand, anchoring him to the ground like a specimen in a collection. The blade was the hidden rapier concealed within the ebony cane—Chloe’s most ingenious design.

used to pulse. He didn't move toward me. He stepped back, his hand dropping to the hilt of a heavy, rusted pulse-blade at his hip. This Dante didn't have "Void-Lead" claws. He didn't have obsidian wings. He was a scrapper—a man who lived by the blade in a world that had forgotten how to build gods. "You have the wrong man, lady," he said, his eyes narrowing. "Name’s Thorne. I run the salvage crews for the Republic. I don't know any 'Dante.' And I definitely don't know you."

A quick glance at William showed the first shot had missed him, but the gun was now trained on his chest and he stood perfectly still, watching her carefully. He and the rest of the RV were dripping with blood from the slain wolves, and his eyes glowed a dangerous wolf gold. "Lycaon gave me this gun," Amber said bitingly. "It's loaded with silver bullets. He wants you both alive, but I'd be happy to deliver you loaded with silver and let him figure out what to do from there." William growled low; his gaze locked with hers. Amber looked away from his eyes and turned her head just in time to see the man who jerked her door open abruptly and grabbed her. A second shot sounded, and one of the wo

He remembered the conversation just like yesterday and grinned softly. "Soren, this alpha of the Silver Moon pack, Brenden and his trusty female warrior, Laura." His father introduced the two strangers in front of Blaze, Georgia and his mom. "Hey, my name is Soren and this is my daughter Georgia and my son Blaze." His mother said. "Hello alpha Brenden and warrior Laura." Georgia yelped while Blaze stayed quiet, he was a cold kid. "Hey gorgeous and future alpha." Alpha Brenden said and Blaze scoffed.

After its obligatory death sequence, a large loot box dropped in its place, and its contents were received by the members of the two-member party that had slain the monster, the aforementioned Berserker and a Shadowblade. As the list of items showed up on the small screen of a smartphone, Benedict Pine, the young man behind the Berserker character breathed a sigh of relief. It was another challenging yet fun session in Grimblaze, with the first, and possibly the only friend that he ever had, in the game and online in general. “Hey, great job there, man,” a voice from the other side spoke. It was his friend, who had the username Evil_Weevil. Most people found it silly, but it had a ring to it

After trying the device for a while, Ravyn picked up a pistol with a familiar shape and a pair of shoes. But the limit on the maximum number of Airtechs available before getting the Airburst license was 2, so she had to cut some of them off. "Interesting choice. Though, are you sure you want to try it that way?" Jae, as a trainer, asked Ravyn, who now carries a pistol with a blue glow from its joint on her right hand while having a futuristic shoe radiating the same color under her left foot.

Elise looked at the heads and recognized that they were all the snipers assigned to shoot Blake, given the signal. The scholar was wide-eyed in disbelief, the bald man yelled in fright, and Mr. Elise stared in horror. Taking care of these men was too easy for Blake using his Quick Step skill. Seeing the men on the rooftops across from Elon Trust using Shadow Sword to decapitate his enemies and bringing their heads to their leader efficiently made a point. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to dirty the room for the cleaning lady. Let’s take this somewhere more convenient to discuss the terms of your surrender.” Blake said and waved his hand, and the landscape suddenly changed.

She grasped the deformed blade tightly as she closed her eyes giving herself a moment to think. The demon saw her defenseless state and grinned wide as she bare her fangs towards her. She excitedly held her blade and lashed towards her. Hellion felt the surrounding with her eyes close. The movements felt so clear and the pitch black scene shows images that are slowed down like she was watching a very heart moving scene.