Novel & Cerita Daredevil Who Is The Blacksmith

And then, with one final crash, they were inside. Darius's men poured through like wolves — faces hidden behind iron masks, laughter sharp as knives. I swung my hammer once, caught one square in the jaw — teeth and blood spraying — but there were too many. They slammed me to the floor, pressing my face into the dirt. Emily screamed. My daughters cried. And then he stepped in. Darius. Calm. Smiling. Like a man about to enjoy a fine meal. "You should've made me what I asked for, blacksmith," he said softly, almost kindly. "You could've been a rich man. Instead…" His eyes flicked to my wife and daughters. "Now your family will pay for your mistake."

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

Sweat ran down the back of my neck. The blacksmith was completely bald, but with a huge walrus moustache. He wore a heavy leather apron that made him look like he had nothing on underneath. I desperately hoped that wasn’t the case. He ignored me and continued to bang away — Pang! Pang! Pang! — red sparks flying in every direction. The hammer could have been borrowed from Thor. He picked a glowing object off the anvil with large pincers and plunged it in a bucket of water. Steam shot into the air. “What is it?” he finally said without looking at me.

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

What if he simply chose to hush the helpless girl? I couldn't do anything. Lisa would be furious because her potential daughter-in-law had been murdered, and she would force me to act. I got a headache just thinking about it all. "Yes, and the blacksmith village that had surrendered to you had arrived a week earlier. They claimed that once they had the ore, they could begin producing armour and weaponry." "I even forgot what the name of the village was. In any case, how is Roland?" The hamlet I had helped to save had Roland as its expert. He was a monk-class fighter originally, but because of my involvement, he became a demonic monk.

I was older, smarter, and I had something worth fighting for now. The main foundry was a massive space filled with old machinery and forgotten dreams. Danny stood in the center, surrounded by six men I recognized from my past. Leo "The Knife" Petrov. Marco Silva. Tony Benedetto. All of them had worked for me once. All of them had betrayed me when Danny offered them more money. "Well, well," Danny's voice echoed through the space. "Rhys fucking Blackwood. Back where you belong." He looked older, grayer, but his eyes held the same cold intelligence that had made him dangerous. He wore an expensive suit now instead of the cheap clothes from our old days. Viktor's money had been good to him.

Even then, people whispered that their deaths had been more heroic than my life had ever been. By the time I left the healer’s hut, the air outside had cooled to a sharp, early-spring bite. Across the training grounds, warriors were sparring under torchlight, their bodies moving in a blur of muscle and precision. My gaze lingered on one man in particular — tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair that caught glints of gold in the firelight. Damien Blackthorn. Our Alpha. Every she-wolf in the territory dreamed of him. Every single one except me. I couldn’t afford to. Not when I was still trying to survive the cruelty of his pack without becoming its next casualty.