Blade X Reader Novels & Stories

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

" Blaze confessed downing his beer. "You and me both!" Ryker said as he grabbed two more beers. "So rain is the healer, and Storm can read minds.. what do you..." but before he could finish Blaze said, "Oh not only can he read minds but he can see what they are thinking too!" Blaze said. "Everyone fears me, but He is the one they should really fear," Ryker just stared at him. "Wow! I have a whole new respect for him." "Yeah, not too many people know what he can do."

"A copy thinks he has a choice. How cute." He raised a hand, and the ground beneath Bryan started to turn into liquid shadows. Bryan didn't even have time to shout before he was dragged down. He fought, he clawed at the air, but the darkness was faster. In a blink, he was gone, buried deep into the floor. "Bryan!" I lunged forward, but the Reader flicked his finger, and an invisible wall slammed into me. I flew back and hit the concrete.

Liana’s POV I burst into Blake’s room. He’s draped in an armchair by the window and doesn’t look up from the book he’s reading—the blue tome with stars on the spine that he took from my chambers. “Please, do come in, little rabbit.” He flicks to the next page. “No need to knock.” “He’s hurt. You need to come. Now.” “What’s wrong with him?” “Wolfsbane.” His expression is unreadable, but he gets up.

"Was it some foreign delegate submitting another tiresome trade petition, or misspelling your royal title? Lyra looked up, a bright spark in her playful golden eyes. She lowered the parchment, leaning her hips casually against the edge of the desk. "Worse," Lyra teased softly, a corner of her mouth lifting into a smile. "An inquiry from a reader asking if the characters in Forbidden Ecstasy ever find true peace after their wars. It seems some things are universal—whether you're writing a w******l or ruling an empire, everyone just wants to know that the heroes get to rest in the end." Caelum let out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated warmly in his chest. He stood up from the chair, closin

~ Willow ~ “I can’t believe you left the mythical lands after telling me all that. I’m going to kill you myself, Brax! You’re not safe here!” I continued my workout while attempting to talk some sense into Brax. “Chill, Willow. None of them can take me. I am capable of handling myself in a fight. It’s my responsibility to keep an eye on things, they don’t know I am the blue flame. Is a certain Lycan princess worried about me?” I roll my eyes. Brax flashed me a flirty smile. My agitation with him is overpowering my attraction for him at the moment, but that doesn't last long. Brax continued his pull ups. I can see the details of every muscle in his arms, abs, and torso. His tan skin is gliste

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.