روايات وقصص ضمن Blades Of Mercy

No mercy. Only fire.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

Julian hit me hard. My vision darkened, followed by searing pain, before a wave of heat surged through my nose and trickled down my face. My vision blurred completely. I could only sense him standing up, returning a while later to wipe my nose with a tissue. His movements were rough. I was too drowsy to keep my eyes open, but when my head was turned to the side, I caught a glimpse of his panic-stricken expression and a large bloodstain on his shirt.

Blades etched with cryptic symbols glow softly when enemies near. ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: Quick, stealthy stabs (low damage, high crit chance) ‎- Range: Close combat (bonus in tight spaces) A spark pain tore through my chest. “Come on, so I don't even deserve a decent weapon? I lost everything and this damn game can't even offer me a fighting chance." I mumbled to myself my vision blurred with rage. “Screw this sick Demon games."

Like a thousand knives carving straight into my bones. The river pulls me under so fast and my lungs panic. Ballet I know. Cooking I know too but swimming? No. In a few minutes, The world turns black, then it begins to spin. I kick upward, fighting to make sense of direction. The drive. The drive. Get the drive.

He laughed as he passed a fallen log, unaware of the fury inching closer to his bloodline. My pulse steadied. I remembered my mother's voice. "Mercy is not weakness. It is a choice." I made mine. No mercy. Jason's signal came , a sharp birdcall. The archers dropped before they could string. Steel met bone as his team ripped through the flank. Screams followed , short, brutal. I leapt down the embankment as Deron's horse reared, startled. My blade was already drawn. He turned just in time to see me.

Charlie suggested. I nodded. "I can. I think. I'll be right back." I left the room, searching for the maid or the kitchen. Luckily, I found both in one place. The maid stood at the counter. "I need a knife," I said, startling her. She turned. "Okay." As she handed me the knife, a knock at the door froze me in place. My heart skipped a beat. The maid's gaze met mine. "That must be Blake," I muttered in haste.

"Show me mercy." "Now, there is just one thing you need to know about me," I shrugged off my jacket, and he looked at me with absolute panic. "The only mercy I would show you is to make sure you don't scream when you see the devil because you already got acquainted with one on this side." I rolled my sleeve and opened my tool kit. He started trashing against his bounds, screaming when his eyes landed on the rows and rows of different curvy wicked-looking blades. "I know nothing, trust me." He promised.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”