Emma The Gentle Blade Novels & Stories

"Blade is just a business woman." "Andreeeeeee.." Gentle hailed. Andre sighed. "What? I am looking forward to doing business with her. I wish I was nicer to her. Gentle, you know she doesn't like me that much, right? She is more comfortable with you." "You don't need much effort to be in her good books, Kim is that easy going." Gentle said. "Blade is not easy going. So?" Andre asked, half un serious. Gentle and Andre laughed. Bryan frowned in confusion. "She is pregnant."

"Damn you! You have no shame!" "No more talk, Blade. Are you ready? I can't handle it anymore... Hmmm" Lorcan hummed as he pushed his shaft a little closer to her opening. Blade's inner clenched as she held her breath. Her heart is palpitating so much at the thought of his meat entering her hols. "I-It's my first time...." Blade swallowed hard as she felt a little fear. It must be painful. "Fuck. If you are not gentle, I swear I'm going to cut your dick off!"

Vera said as she rested her hand on his shoulder. "I won't." Gareth answered as he excused himself and went away followed by Vera's and Emir's gaze. "Don't worry Mrs Blade. He is doing well." Emir said as the smile on Vera's face vanished. "Well, he shouldn't show it to people that he is well. He should show some grieve like I am showing on my face." Vera said and went away blabbering. Emir shook his head. She was indeed step-mother to Zyair Blade and also a Blade who never compromised on business.

A large emerald was set at its center, shining deep green like the heart of a forest. Seris’s voice lowered reverently. “This isn’t just any blade. It’s a relic—powerful, ancient. It never leaves its master unless it chooses to pass on. And apparently, it chose you.” I turned the knife over carefully, feeling the cold bite of the edge as it nicked my palm, drawing a drop of blood. The blade was sharp enough to pierce bone, yet somehow beautiful—dangerous, yes, but captivating. Just then, a cheerful laugh interrupted our moment.

My skin prickled with his heat. The child inside me gave a sharp, frantic kick—a pulse of raw energy that made the overhead lights flicker and die. "The diversion was necessary," Damian said. He reached into his tactical vest. He didn't pull a weapon. He held out his hand, palm up. Resting in his glove was the sliver of polished titanium I’d been craving. My Phantom Blade. "A tool must be sharp, Elena. I told you that once." He walked to the nursing chair and sat, ignoring the twitching Harvester Shell on the floor. He placed the needle on the small wooden table between us.

“Are you sure about this, Tamara? Once you start, there’s no going back.” “Yes,” I said firmly. Even if I had to lay my life on the line for Axel, I would do it. “Please proceed with it. I am going to be fine.” Emma nodded in response. “Fine then,” she said. “If you insist on doing this, then I cannot stop you.” She snapped her fingers, and a knife appeared in her hand. “I shall begin,” she said as she grabbed my hand and smiled at me. “This will hurt,” she warned.

The blade wouldn’t stop humming. Even after Victor had vanished into the trees like fog crawling back into the night, the obsidian still buzzed in her hand with a pulse that wasn’t metal... it was memory. Heat clung to its carved spine like breath on glass. Her fingers had closed around it too long. They trembled now, kissed red by the handle’s bite. Emilia didn’t speak when she came back into the farmhouse.

She falls face first next to me so I stick the knife in her throat just as emberly jumps on her back and she kills one of the 2 looming over me Emma screams from behind me fighting the second last emma, distracting me long enough for the last Emma to land on my chest grabbing my arms she holds them above my head, I fight her back just as emberly lands on top of her The first Emma fights to get the knife from my hand just as Emberly starts to slam her face against the floor, I rip my hand away from hers and I slam the knife into their throat. Falling onto my back I sag in relief as Emma kills off the last one. “Please tell me this is it and I don’t need to fight anyone else?“ I ask, I was phy

She falls face first next to me so I stick the knife in her throat just as emberly jumps on her back and she kills one of the 2 looming over me Emma screams from behind me fighting the second last emma, distracting me long enough for the last Emma to land on my chest grabbing my arms she holds them above my head, I fight her back just as emberly lands on top of her The first Emma fights to get the knife from my hand just as Emberly starts to slam her face against the floor, I rip my hand away from hers and I slam the knife into their throat. Falling onto my back I sag in relief as Emma kills off the last one. “Please tell me this is it and I don’t need to fight anyone else?“ I ask, I was phy

The blade cut my arm. Shallow. Burning. I grabbed his wrist. Twisted. He dropped the knife. I grabbed it. Drove it into his stomach. He gasped. Eyes wide. I pulled it out. Stabbed again. Chest. Throat. Again and again. Blood everywhere. He fell. Collapsed. Twitching. Dying. I left him. Turned to find Em. She was fighting Victoria. Hand to hand. No weapons. Just fists and fury.