Blade Vs Punisher Novels & Stories

Her vulnerability was heart-wrenching, a broken girl reliving years of hell, her bitter life a litany of wrongs: endless abuse, stolen childhood, dreams crushed under his boot. But it seemed someone heard her pleas as the door burst open like a storm. Silas, having followed after hearing from a student witness. His intimidating frame filled the entry, eyes blazing with controlled fury. "Get away from her!" he thundered, voice deep and commanding. Her father whirled, sneering at him. "Who the fuck are you? Her pimp?" Silas moved with masterful precision, subduing the man in seconds, a firm grip on his arm, twisting it behind his back, forcing him to the ground without excess force.

"Hmph!" Gunnr swung his blade. The strike was brutal, enveloping both Ray and Travis. Ray had no choice but to use Exile on both of them, just to deflect the edge of the attack. Blade after blade, Gunnr struck with a cold, mocking grin. "I can swing like this all day. Can you keep using your powers nonstop?" He wasn't bragging. Beast-types were essentially upgraded combat-types. Their advantage was insane explosive power and seemingly limitless endurance. When Gunnr claimed he could slash all day… he absolutely meant it.

"Continue to learn. Continue to become the man who can stand beside me when that fire is lit. Your vengeance will be a masterpiece, Jay. Not a murder. An annihilation." He went inside, leaving Jay alone with the cold wind and the sprawling, vulnerable city. Jay didn't feel like a weapon being sharpened anymore. He felt like a force being cultivated. The line between student and accomplice, between victim and partner, was blurring with every passing day, fading into the cold, clear light of a shared, terrible purpose.

“For your birthday. After that he’ll return to school.” Blade was my younger brother. A twenty year old with very little control over his powers. Unlike me, Blade did not come out as part vampire. He was part wolf, part snake. Not just any snake, mind you. My brother was a Reinio snake. A powerful specie that could easily kill as they had little or no self-control. He was also a demigod because of our father.

He turned his body to face them, but still, his face is not clearly visible. Blade is confused. He is not understanding how this man knows his name. 'Looks like he investigated all of us before coming here and attempting to kill The King ' he thought. "I...." Blade opened his mouth to give a strong verbal whiplash to Reed, but only air came out of his mouth. Reed rattled him that much. Reed shook his head with annoyance. He understood what is happening here and his irritation flared. He is trying to control his anger. "Ar*atix IP1, a weapon which is made to kill" he murmured while looking at the sleek black handgun which Blade is holding. That gun is expensive and is a high-tech weapon.

Blade removes his new Royal jacket and his shirt allowing everyone to see as Luther ripples under his skin, lengthening his claws and canines to lean forward and let out a challenging roar. Hunter and Cole return and accept the challenge presented before them. Blade and Luther move in to attack sending a punch toward Nathaniel’s jaw. Nathaniel dodges it easily before returning one of his own, Blade ducks just in time sending another punch toward Nathaniel’s abdomen connecting briefly making Hunter growl low.

Marisa gasped in shock, feeling the impact, and instinctively touched her right cheek while staring at Blade with wide-eyed disbelief. "It seems like you don't know me, bitch," Blade declared with a deadly smirk. "I'm Blade, Alejandro's woman, and your worst nightmare." The initial shock that gripped Marisa slowly transformed into seething anger. In a split second, she retaliated, delivering two consecutive slaps that resonated through the room, a sudden burst of defiance against the perceived insult. "Did you just slap me?" Blade asked with an angry smirk. "Yeah, I slapped you, and I won't hesitate to slap you again if you look down on me or call me any sort of useless name," Marisa declare

Alpha Clayton Blackridge The energy pulsing off my little mate is incredible, every wolf is bowing to her and she hasn’t even noticed. She fights like a goddess, smooth and with the elegance you don’t normally see on the battlefield. I watch from the corner of my eye as Dylan’s wolf never retaliates and the minute other wolves attempt to attack her he attacks them. I want to hate him but right now as I fight back to back with Gavin I am glad he is there for her.

I needed control. Another came at me. Two more. All in Stormrider black and steel. Their blades gleamed. Their loyalty stank of Selene and Varek. One lunged—too slow. I caught his wrist, twisted until the bone snapped, and drove his own dagger into his throat. The second swung from behind, but I ducked low and rammed my shoulder into his gut. He flew back, cracking against the stone pillar with a sound that echoed like thunder. I kept going.

His knife—a monomolecular blade that could cut through enhanced armor like tissue paper—traced a silver arc toward Griffin's exposed back. Only years of combat training saved Griffin's life. He spun with inhuman grace, the blade grazing his ribs instead of piercing his heart, drawing a line of fire across enhanced skin that healed even as the cut was made. But Twin B's assault didn't pause—he flowed from the missed strike into a grappling maneuver designed to break Griffin's neck with mechanical efficiency.