Fallout 4 Disciples Blade Novels & Stories

My life is done for! Percival stiffened, his eyes fixed on the blade coming towards him. At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed beside the disciple with the sword. The figure also had a sword in hand, and when he appeared beside the disciple, the figure’s sword slashed down diagonally. Squelch! The disciple was cut into half instantly. The sword in the disciple’s hand lost momentum as the person that held it was no more. The blade deflected, allowing Percival to dodge to the side.

But when she said she wanted Ethan dead as well, I guess there was no turning back now. "We needed to find Blade," Lucy stated. Her chest was still heaving, but she was clear with her intention. "His own people hated him for abandoning them. And what makes you think they will forgive him now that Fabian is dead? Fabian had taken on his task without hesitation, even if he didn’t want to, and the people loved him for it. I’m fucking sure his death would ignite the fire of hatred against Blade all the more." A mindlink dug into my head as soon as I finished my words. It was a group link sent to me and my Beta and Gamma.

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.

The disciple did not even manage to scream before his eyes lost their light, and he collapsed limply to the ground. Another cyan robe disciple, seeing his companions suffer repeated defeats, mustered his courage and launched a sneak attack from the side, his short blade flashing coldly as it stabbed toward Elijah's back. But Elijah seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He suddenly ducked low, avoiding the blade, and at the same time kicked backward with his heel. With a loud "bang," the cyan robe disciple was struck in the abdomen and flew like a cannonball into a vermilion pillar at the mountain gate, leaving a deep indentation. When he slid down, he was already barely breathing, his

He looked at me with pity before grabbing me and embracing me. My screams picked back up until I felt myself faint from the stress. Asmodeus’s POV I watched a passed out Rose finally get some sleep. She needed it, especially since one of her mates died. I hope that’s the only one that dies, otherwise she’ll likely go mad. I don’t know what happened and I’m not sure I want to know. My phone dinged and I looked down to see that Belphegor finally replied to my earlier text. Me: you available to help me out with something

he muttered, not daring to share his attention with the cloud separated from us through the windshield. "We have to do something that would destroy it forever," I muttered and Liam groaned in anger. "You are distracting me!" He snapped. I reached into my purse and pulled out the blade again, holding it tightly. Liam finally looked at me, his brows raised in surprise. "That blade…" "It kills demons," I said and he smiled in relief. I unsheathed the blade, waiting for it to sneak in. The drums began to play again, faster and stronger. The louder the drums got, the light-headed we became.

As they departed to join their pack gathering, Alex pulled me closer. "Do you ever regret your choice?" he asked, a rare moment of vulnerability in his voice. I reached up to trace the scar near his eye—a permanent reminder of the ritual that restored his sight. "The Moon Goddess guides us to where we belong," I replied, feeling our bond pulse strongly between us. "Even when the path seems twisted, it leads true." In the distance, our daughter's laughter mingled with the other pups', a sound of pure joy untainted by the complications of adult bonds.

Viper bellowed, and suddenly the air erupted with bullets from his men. “Go! Now!” Blade roared again. I dropped to my knees at the manhole, shaking so hard I could barely keep my grip on Cruz. “How do I—” “Pull the damn cover!” Blade yelled. My fingers fumbled against the iron disk. It wouldn’t move. My palms slipped, slick with blood. “It’s stuck!” “Move!” Blade shoved past me, gripping the edge and heaving with all his strength. With a screech of metal, it slid free. “Get him down there!”

"The Hills are gone. The Frostborns are retreating into isolation. My people will not wait for ash to fall on our doorstep." He slammed a fist onto the table, rattling the metal figures pinned over key vampire territories. "We ride within the week. We hit fast. Hard. We take the southern edge of the Duskwind Vale-cut off their supply lines, force them to speak, or force them to burn." Drake hesitated. "And if it starts a war we can't finish?" My dad's eyes darkened. "Then we finish it anyway." My soft voice cut through the tension. "Then I want to come with you."