Novel & Cerita Blade Runner Stories

Blade looks between us and he looks to Hunter and asks, “You know where I live, Alpha?” He nods his head, “I have a general idea.” “If she ever wants to see Raya then bring her there. Right now, we’re on a time restriction and this is too distracting. Deal?” Hunter looks to Blair who is practically trembling as if she’s a leaf about to fall off the tree in the fall. He looks back at Blade and nods, “Deal. Thank you.” Hunter puts his arm around Blair and leads her back towards the woods. She seems like she’s in too much shock to argue with him. Blade turns back to Arthur and asks, “Can we go inside?”

Bryan burst out angrily. Laura could not believe her eyes. Her stepmother was dead and in Blake's arms. If she was not mistaken, Cindy and Mikoy were gone too. "Surrender to me! That's the best thing you can do at this point!" Blake cursed, and gunshots filled the air. He rushed toward Bryan to end it all, but Bryan was fast enough to stick a knife in his heart. He staggered backward as he coughed out blood. "You think you can have your happily ever after?" Blake laughed bitterly.

They stared at him with wide eyes, waiting for the story he had promised. He told them about the Abyss. About the Void. About the Unmaking. He told them about the people who had fought beside him—Rhydian, Seraphine, Aster, all the others. He told them about the Twin Blades and the mirror. But he didn't tell them about the fear. The exhaustion. The moments when he had wanted to give up. That was for him to carry. Not them. When the story was over, the children dispersed, their heads full of dreams. Kael stayed by the fire, watching the flames dance.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

I said coldly, my attention already stretching beyond the night, back to the family where I was nothing but a neglected oops child that my parents never wanted. "We have another case. Would you like to check?" My assistant, George Bryson, held the device for me. "She has killed almost five women till now, but thanks to her status, she is living her life freely!" I didn't look at the screen. I just curled myself into a ball, snuggling with my plush bunny that my late grandma gave me. "Remind me later. I need some sleep!" "Okay!" It took around six hours of driving and crossing three pack borders before I arrived at the Silverflame Wolf Pack, one of the biggest territories ruled by the stronge

Collin gave a small shake of his head, but Baylee didn’t miss the ghost of a smile on his lips. Heather leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Don’t let my brothers hear, but I’m already rooting for you. You’ve got that ‘mysterious power’ vibe going.” Baylee blinked. “Excuse me?” Heather shrugged. “You fought off Gunner Ironclaw and lived to tell about it. Around here, that makes you something of a legend already.” “More like a problem,” Baylee said wryly. “Trust me,” Heather said, eyes twinkling. “We like problems. Keeps life interesting.”

“Daddy stop!” Breen staggered back, blood seeping from his mouth. He then stepped forward again. Jared Noble was by no means a small man and he looked like a bear about to put a smaller animal down. He step forward and swung again. Breen caught his hand and stopped it in mid slam. Victoria clasped her hands over her mouth. Breen leaned forward and spoke low, “Because you are Victoria’s father. I will not fight you.” Jared looked into his eyes as he let out a roar and pulled his other arm back.

"Did you see-" "Enough to make me know what's going on between you too," he replied. "Princess Evanora, do you know what you're doing right now? Do you know what you're getting yourself into?" I nodded sheepishly. "Yes." "And do you have even the slightest idea how risky it is?" He continued. "Just how did you get involved with Blade in the first place?" "What?" I looked up at him. "How do you- Do you know Blade?" He sighed then massaged his temples for a while before replying. "You seem to have no idea what you're getting yourself into. Blade isn't a human or even better a vampire. He is a werewolf! Do you even have any idea what that means?"

“That’s classified.” She arched her brow. “Classified? Really?” He only smirked, eyes glinting in the faint light. “Then what about you and Jaylen?” she pressed. “How did you meet him? Why do you trust him so much?” Blade’s smile faltered, just slightly. “Work.” “What kind of work?” He was quiet for a long time. When he spoke, his voice had lost its humor. “I was on a mission. Things went south. I got shot, left behind. He found me before anyone else did.”