Blades Of Mercy Novels & Stories

I whispered, the darkness in my mind igniting with a cold, terrifying fury. The mercenary stepped directly into our space, his heavy boots crunching onto the snow right beside my head. "End of the line, Brooks." I didn't hesitate. Relying entirely on the sound of his breath and the shifting weight of the snow, I lunged upward from the ground, driving the heavy steel blade deep into the mercenary's thigh. A sharp, agonized shriek cut through the night. The man crashed down into the snow, dropping his weapon. Before his partner could react, Lucien pushed himself up on his knees with a guttural roar, slamming his heavy forearm into the second guard's chest with enough force to crack ribs and se

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.”

They were no longer running—they were at war. The Shadow Blades, a ruthless gang of mercenaries hired to eliminate Alessandro, were drawing near. These killers were the best in the business—cold, efficient, and deadly. They had tracked Alessandro down, following his every move, and now, they were closing in on him and Elena. There would be no mercy. The air felt suffocating as the sound of the vehicle grew louder, echoing off the walls of the small village. Alessandro stepped toward the door, motioning for Elena to stay behind. He wasn’t going to let her face this. Not while he still had the strength to fight.

Using a sword felt as natural as moving my limbs, and I let my body take over as I fought her. I became a whirlwind of action as I made perfect thrusts and parried her attacks in what felt like practiced moves. I twirled around with my sword, and it felt as if I was dancing around. Mercy was sweating with exertion while I was not even breathing hard. After a few moments, I raised my sword high above my head, leaving my stomach vulnerable to attack. But before Mercy could take the opportunity to thrust her sword at my belly, my sword was already crashing down, and it hit against Mercy’s throat with a clang. Her sword fell off into the ground with a clang, and my sword was already at Mercy’s t

"I've been looking forward to this for a long time." He swung his axe in a deadly arc, the blade whistling through the air. Valia dove to the side, feeling the rush of air as it missed her by inches. She rolled to her feet, her blade in her hand, as she faced him once more. The mercenary was powerful, each strike of his axe shaking the earth beneath their feet. Then, with a guttural roar, he surged forward, his weapon cleaving down in a brutal arc meant to end her. Valia met the blow with her dagger, steel screaming against steel, but the force of the impact sent a shockwave through her arms. She staggered back, breath ripped from her lungs, as her dagger splintered, its shards scattering ac

Her skill was called Serenity, but the weapons she used were unusual—they were embroidery needles. With a wave of the hand, she sent needles flying. The threads attached to the end of the needles weren’t ordinary. Silver in color and as fine as vellus hair, they were likely silk. After that, the orange wind blades reappeared. The tough silk was burned by the blades. Even the needles melted. Besides that, the blades seemed to be spiritual. After they destroyed the weapons, they headed out of the tunnel and targeted Claudia. Numerous wind blades dashed across the air, rattling against one another loudly. The bright flames slashed the sky open as if they could destroy everything in the world.

FREYA__06 * * My body froze, I was unable to even draw in a breath. There was so much blood, it looked unreal. If I hadn't known Ethan so well, I might not have been able to recognize him. His dull gaze reflected only one emotion. Hopelessness. As though he thought it was already over for him and he had accepted that fact already. He was half naked, there was not a spot on his body that was not covered with bruises.

Standing beside the child in dark blue cloak which was now menacingly smiling at her. They're now surrounded by fire, aggressively consuming the corpses around them. The scenery is looks like a part of hell. "This hotness is the feelings of your hatred Crimson Blade. For all these years, you're still empty-handed! You still can't find him! We're. Still. Far. From. Our. REVENGE!!!" She looked at Zitrey with her terrifying eyes. It was full of rage, and the vibe she's giving were dark, heavy, and deadly. Very intimidating and menacing.

Several of the massive mercenaries stumbled backward in sheer terror as my dominant, crushing Alpha aura exploded through the tight space like a shockwave, forcing the loose gravel on the floor to literally vibrate. "What the hell is that?!" one mercenary screamed, raising his weapon with shaking hands. I rose slowly to my full, lethal height. My twin blades flashed menacingly in the gray dawn light, my face completely obscured beneath the pitch-black shadows of my hood. I didn't say a single fucking word. I just leveled my dripping blades directly at the rogue commander's throat, ready to turn this entire cavern into a slaughterhouse.

The pain was sharp, and it bloomed into heat that spread across his skin like spilt wine. “There,” Fyre murmured, his amethyst eyes gleaming as he lifted his claws to his lips. The tips were wet with red. “Now you wear my mark, little one. The first of many.” León's breath came in ragged gasps. He looked down at his chest. There were now four thin lines on it, perfectly parallel, each beaded with blood that trickled slowly toward his stomach. The sight terrified him, but beneath the terror, something else stirred. Something that made his cock twitch against his thigh.