Blade Vs Punisher Novels & Stories

One by one the others came. Vega, Tide, Lynx, Caden… killers in different skins, some still part of the Vow, the others from top organizations like the Vow. They weren’t friends. They were weapons that knew how to aim, the best of the best and Blade has selected them over the years. He knew them more than they knew themselves, he trusted them with his life too. And he trusted that they would answer to him, because he had skillfully won their trust and loyalty over the years.

He laughs and looks at her and says “I wouldn’t have had to take what was mine if you had just given me what I wanted. Besides your inside man didn’t see a problem with it.” Veronica throws her head back and laughs. “So, you were just taking what was yours huh? Who is your inside man?” “Like I would fucking tell you anything.” He says as he smiles at her. Veronica just shrugs her shoulders and laughs. Gavin joins in Veronica’s laughter and she says “Gavin my special blades please.” “Yes, Donna.” Gavin pulls out the pouch and unrolls it on the table for Veronica. She grabs several different sizes of punches that look like ice picks.

The pain of it was a physical white–hot agony in my shared chest. The hesitation was all Blade needed. The curse, fed by that fresh, devastating pain, surged back with a vengeance. The grey in his eyes vanished, swallowed by the violent red-blue. *I’LL SHOW YOU STRONG!* With a snarl that held no humanity, Blade’s clawed paw shot out. It wasn’t a swipe to wound. It was a killing blow. Fast, brutal, final. The girl’s whimper was cut off. Silence, except for the drip of the rain and Blade’s heavy panting.

The huge blade's descent became slower and slower, and the tremors became increasingly violent. Damien's pupils contracted slightly. "H-How is this possible? Isn't this the Punisher's Array? What about the Immortal Beheading Blade?" The Immortal Beheading Blade's recoil caused Frederick's palms to turn bloody. Even the bones in his arms were fractured. However, his powerful body constantly repaired itself. Frederick was like a madman who did not feel pain. He repeatedly attacked the Immortal Beheading Blade. Crack. Crack. Crack. Cracks actually formed on the Immortal Beheading Blade.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

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.

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

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

I just hoped to walk past him, but he suddenly blocked my path. "Where do you think you are going...?" He ask "I'm looking for my mother" He smirked at my words and turned to his partner beside him as they both laughed. I immediately slapped him for his mockery. Their expression suddenly changed, a slap from a three year old is naturally ineffective but what about a slap from a former assassin. It was unexpected so he didn't dodge, I can see his cheek immediately swell up. It was not a pleasant sight to behold. His partner just stared in shock, and soon his father appeared. He was, the beta of the Royals stood before me. He still held the strong aura of a warrior he always did. The only pers

She needed to be shown her place, not just reminded of it. Because of her, I got stabbed. And that bastard—Blade. If this had been a real fight, man to man, without Rain’s safety at stake, I would have shown him exactly what I’d been waiting years to do. I would have ripped his eyes from their sockets and left him as blind as I was. Then, I would have killed him the same way he killed my father. A blind man. That’s what he called me. That despicable, arrogant fool thought blindness made me weak. He had no idea. I may not see like he does, but I see far more than he ever could.