Blade The Blood God Novels & Stories

he said. I looked towards the entrance of the gym as Blade walked through it. Blade is a Seer and he has been with my pack since I was a pup. He isn’t a shifter but he pledged his life to my father once he became of age to do so. Before then he was under my father’s protection and now I’ve taken on that pact. He is one of my best friends. His position isn’t normal, as a Seer is usually a female. It's for that reason he is doing his own research on his background. For now he can keep his privacy on it so long as his safety or the packs’ isn’t in jeopardy. He walked over to where we were sitting with his hands in his suit pockets. “I knew I’d find you two in here. Drills weren’t enough to driv

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.

BLOOD was still trickling from my mouth when I released Blade. “Your majesty, that was a sin against the moon goddess!” The council members were still pale when they hurriedly kneeled on the ground and looked up at the sky. And together, they uttered, “Oh, merciful Goddess! Please forgive our Queen!” I stared at Blade’s neck when I saw the bitemark. He usually heals in a few seconds but the mark did not heal this time. It stayed right where I wanted it to be.

The man's eyes turned icy as he pulled out his own hefty blade to counter Sabertooth's ferocious attack. He was well aware that the top brass of the Blood Shadow Force were formidable, all at the late stages of martial god prowess. He himself had reached the pinnacle of martial god mastery. Fear of Sabertooth was not in his vocabulary. However, in the next instant, his expression froze. Snap! A sharp crack echoed as Sabertooth's blade sliced his saber in two, the severed end clattering to the ground. Swoosh! The blade's momentum did not falter, piercing straight through his chest.

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO HIS FIRST KILL “A man doesn’t become a monster. He just finds out what was already in him.” He was thirteen the first time someone handed him a gun. It was a summer night in Palermo. The kind of heat that clings to the bones. Alessio Moretti stood in the back of a butcher shop that doubled as a safehouse, blood on the floors, sweat on his neck, the sound of meat hooks swinging faint in the dark. Don Salvatore was there. So was his father. And in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, was a man with a bag over his head and a bruise blooming around his eye.

"It would be cleaner." Olga dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand. "Poison does not silence legacies. This blade was forged in ritual, blessed by the gods of the moon, designed to cut not just flesh, but spirit. Even an Alpha’s. One strike, and his power and essence will bleed out with his life. There will be nothing left of him for the pack to follow." My hands clenched into fists at my sides. The finality of her words was terrifying. I nodded, but I said nothing.

“The Knife of the Heavens.” The words sent a sharp, cold chill down Daniel’s spine. His head snapped up just as the elder reached beneath his robe and unsheathed a blade unlike anything he had ever seen. The celestial blade shimmered like molten gold, pulsing with divine energy. The moment it was drawn, Daniel felt it in his soul. This was no ordinary weapon. This was something crafted to kill things like him. “A death by this blade will sever his existence completely,” the elder stated. “No rebirths. No resurrections. No cycles. If we strike now, the entity will be erased forever.”

Blade’s shoulders slumped with helplessness and grief. He knew Jake for a long time. He’d been a strong man and a skilled warrior. Few could cross paths with him and manage to do so much damage. His gasping words echoed through Blade’s mind. Vampire, he’d gasped, choking on his blood as he collapsed in the foyer. D-Droves of them. Sharp Armor. Help!

Upon seeing this, the First Blood Emperor exclaimed, “That’s the Blood Devourer Blade! To think that we truly have this sword in our possession…” Many turned to look at him when they heard this. Someone asked, “What kind of sword is this?” Wearing a smug look on his face, the First Blood Emperor said, “This is a divine sword passed down by my ancestors a millennium ago. Legend has it that this was the sword my ancestors used to slay the dragon. Since the sword is contaminated by the dragon’s blood, not only does it possess enormous power, but it also has a unique ability. The moment it makes contact with an enemy, his blood will be instantly drained, hence the name ‘Blood Devourer Blade’.”