Blade Vs Punisher Novels & Stories

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

He pushed him to the middle, giving him space to sit in the driver's seat. "Just you and me, buddy!" he said, turning the truck away from the civilians. The other growled and began to fire again but this time the speedster swiftly hit the base of the gun, causing the man to blast a hole through the top of the truck. He then struck him with his elbow, rendering him unconscious. The female speedster had managed to gather the plutonium and stashed it back into the box. "All clear up here!" she spoke again. "Same over here. I just..." he stopped when he saw her.

Blaze warned her. "Fuck you, he isn't your mate but mine, this title belongs to me rightfully." Mia sneered, she wasn't going to let a hybrid take her title. "He's mine, you bitch!" His ex ran up to her and scratched her face with her long ass acrylics nails. Mia fight back, punching her face making her nose bleed. She groaned and hold her nose, painfully. Blaze pushed his ex off his mate, Mia sat up and he hugged her tightly.

“Aww, you think threatening me makes you a mighty giga chad, do you? I’ve been a member of the lawless underground society for more than ten years, and no one has ever dared wave a threat in my face! Are you happy that you’re the first? Now, come receive your reward!” Phantomknife unsheathed his snowy, shiny blades and pointed their tips at Javier. Cold glints bounced off their surface, making for a terrifying entrance, but little else happened, as Phantomknife never got to hit Javier with them. He felt a sharp pinch on his wrist and saw Javier’s silhouette get blurry. The next time his eyes focused, his shiny blades had changed hands. Javier was the one aiming the pointy bits at him now.

Asher duck a puck and the screaming intensifies "STING VENOM STING!" The cheerleaders roar "VENOM" and the people back it up like a failing karaoke team. My brother's position on the rink is taken but I came for Venom. I move out of the stands and head to the rink. The ref blows whistle and crowds ripple out gasps and questions "Isn't that Remington?" "Did he lose his mind?" I ignore, focused on Vladimir 07. The one who traumatized and shattered my brother's knee caps for simply bearing same name as him.

Like a true Speed Daemon he appeared behind Bloodlust, severing her arm at a speed even she could not react to! *Puchi* Jack and Razor awakened only a second later. Of course, that was more than enough time for Davies to act. Seeing that Davies had gotten rid of an arm, the two men dove forward as well. One accepted the blessing of the beasts, morphing into his Blade Lion form, while the latter drew upon the power of human martial arts to deliver a devastating blow! Spiralling Spear!

Blaze's eyes locked onto Valoric, determination burning. The crowd held its breath as controllers clashed. The match intensified, each player refusing to yield. Valoric snarled fangs bared, but Blaze remained calm. The pack's unity and strategy prevailed. Blaze executed a flawless combo, sealing Valoric's fate. The arena erupted, cheers thundering. "Pack Wins!" The vampires bowed, conceding defeat. Valoric approached Blaze, respect in his eyes. "You've proven your supremacy, pack leader."

Not silver—black, obsidian, carved with symbols that seemed to drink the light. "The Shepherd's blade," she said. "She gave it to me before she died. As a promise." "A promise of what?" "That you would be the one to end me. Or I you." I drew my own blade. Simple steel. Dax's gift. "Then let's end it." --- She attacked. Not like the Breaker—wild, strong. The Arbiter was precise. Every strike calculated. Every movement efficient. I blocked. Dodged. Countered. She was faster than I expected.

He could feel the strength pouring from his body as he lowered his center of gravity to open himself up. "Awesome! Now kill that b*stard with one punch!" Easton was ecstatic when he saw Blade make a move. Severin, however, struck a punch at the same time as well. His punch did not seem too strong, but the gust of wind that came along with it collided with Blade's punch.

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.