Blade Villains Novels & Stories

"Do you think I'm lying? Fine, I'll let you in on a secret. My dad made a deal with the leaders of the Blood Fiends, all three of them! And then there's our butler, Jarvis Byron, who looks like a frail old man on his way to a funeral but can actually kill an assassin effortlessly! All four of them are Grand Masters. Even if Logan has some skills, he's no match for the four of them!" Diamant boasted with a smug expression.

“I still trust Jefran, he knows nothing. So I’ll guide him to succeed at Clovies, regardless of his parents.” “You’re too kind, Sir,” Blade said. “Kind?” Leonel scoffed. “No, Blade. I am the devil here. I will make them lose and fail repeatedly, until they’re frustrated and destroyed by their own actions. They will never defeat me. This is true revenge, Blade—playing them and letting them die in ruin and despair.” Blade fell silent, a mix of awe and fear in his eyes. He knew Leonel was not just a cold businessman in the corporate world. Leonel was a predator who relished the hunt, not just the outcome.

BLINDED BY REVENGE CHAPTER ONE Bellona had the same terrifying dream again. She saw her parents being pursued and then killed right in front of her. Their blood flowed on the ground as their blank eyes stared up at her. Their killer who wore a mask pointed at her. "You are next!" he said menacingly. Bellona woke up. Her heart was pounding very fast and she still felt the fear that she had felt in her dream. She got up from bed and went to drink water.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

If he is the leader of The Devils, then I am the leader of The Black Panther. "Who is my opponent?" Weylin inquired, feeling a bit confident. "Shadow," the old master smirked, internally rejoicing that his son had accepted the bet. "Her?" Weylin frowned. "Does she even know how to gamble?" Before Blake Turner could say anything, the door opened with a creaking sound, and a known figure walked in. "Greetings," Shadow bowed to the young master and his father. "You arrived at the right time," Blake Turner smiled. "Have a seat."

She didn’t look at me. “I don’t trust you right now,” she said, her voice shaking. “And I can’t lose you.” Taurus laughed, low and booming. “How sweet. The little one thinks she can stop me.” Pelin stepped forward, placing herself fully between us. “You talk too much,” she snapped. Taurus lowered his horns and charged. So Pelin moved. She ducked under the swing of his club, rolled across the cracked stone, and came up behind him in one fluid motion. The hellblade flashed once, a clean arc of red light.

Antonio Argento. Determined to seek justice, Venom resolved to show the police the evidence, but... "Boss, we’re here," Blade's voice interrupted his thoughts. The cycles had all stopped, and Venom climbed off his bike, his fury simmering just below the surface. "Hello? Hey!" Velia called after him. She had jumped off the bike she had been placed on and was struggling to keep up. Her nerves were on edge, her eyes darting around the dangerous-looking area. The people here looked so intimidating she almost froze in fear.

He could continue to wield his power without worrying about ruining his prospects. That had changed after he graduated, though. Her research of him this past year had come up with a string of beautiful lovers who had warmed his bed. He rotated between them almost like he had a written schedule. None of them seemed to have his favor and if one attempted to ask for something more, he cut them off entirely. She remembered feeling disappointed when she learned about his love affairs. Something in her had thought this villain was different, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Claiborne was a user, just like him.

I'm a f**king king. I'm ruthless. I'm rude. I'm a lion in a sheep's clothing. I love the screams of the men that betray us. I love the sound of gunshot like the melody that my mother plays every night on her piano. I love the smell of the gunpowder. I love the fear radiating from the men when they come to know who I am. I am Rainal O'Brien. I can't be weak. I'm the fucking king and no one dares to cross me. I had no weaknesses other than my family and he is gone so there is nothing left except my mother who hid for so long so she won't be harmed by my enemies because a mafia definitely have allot of enemies.

In a faltering voice he asked “Sir...we…is this really our mission? Should we not be-” Their expressions darkened as we dared to challenge them. From within his dark grey leather jacket Beldon produced a pistol, cocking it, keeping it tightly enclosed in his gammon-like fist. Their dark eyes are sharp and narrow, crinkled wrinkles only adding to their sharp meanness. “You two, plus Marco and Levi. They’re the best drivers and trackers in these shitty conditions. You leave immediately. Question us again I’ll shoot you where you stand. That golden wolf is the only reason we are in this shithole.”