Grim Reaper Blade Novels & Stories

Every plan sounded like a promise and every promise sounded like a lie. “Blade,” I said finally, “if Cruz gets dragged back into that ring of fire — if his brother finds him because of what we do — I will never forgive myself.” “You won’t have to,” he said. “Because I won’t let that happen.” There was a beat of silence heavy enough to hold a thousand possibilities. Then Blade’s phone vibrated. He looked down, eyes narrowing. “Viper’s online,” he muttered. “He says he’s coming alone to a meet. Says he wants to be the one to hand off the route.”

He looked at me, and for the first time, there was something in his expression that almost resembled fear. “It is done,” he murmured. I pushed to my feet, rolling my shoulders, feeling the power thrumming beneath my skin, sinking into my bones. The wound on my hand had already begun to close, the magic sealing it, claiming me in return. I lifted the silver blade. It felt like a part of me now. A reaper’s scythe. A god’s executioner. I turned to my loyalists. Their hollow eyes stared back, waiting, always waiting.

The blade was the hidden rapier concealed within the ebony cane—Chloe’s most ingenious design. With the "Ghost" pinned and screaming, the elder Liam turned his gaze toward the Fat Man. His eyes were cold, sharp reflections of the blade he had just deployed. The Fat Man’s knees gave out instantly. He collapsed into a heap, his hands raised in surrender. "It’s not my fault! It’s not my fault! Kevin Blue made me do it! I didn't do anything!" The elder Liam didn't waste words. He stepped forward and delivered a kick so powerful it flipped the Fat Man over, leaving him groaning in a heap. A second strike ensured he wouldn't be moving for a long time.

Luther frowned as various thoughts surfaced in his mind. However, he quickly discarded those thoughts. It was pointless to try to understand a madman like that. He should just take everything in his stride! While Fane was clearing the marks left by the others, Chris was already fighting. As an assassin, Blade's speed and movement were top-notch. At that moment, he had ignited his blood essence, using up his life force. His skills had improved by several times. His teeth were clenched as he glared right at Chris. At that moment, he had discarded his life. He only had one thought in mind. Even if he died, he would drag Chris down with him. Even if he couldn't he would heavily injure Chris and

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

We thought we had killed them all. Rivers of blood soaked the ground and flowed between the trees in the forest south of Scarlet Moon. Torn and broken bodies littered our path as we retreated to the safety of the only pack Sebastian trusted with those most precious to him. We limped through the gates, bloody and battle weary after taking on at least five men a piece. Unbeknownst to us at the time, one man survived, Blue Blade, named for the unique and deadly weapon he wields. He is the one who sends rogues to the border, taunting me, letting me know he is still out there, waiting for me to blink so he can strike.

Holding the blade directly above my heart, I force it in with every ounce of strength that I have, feeling the exact moment that the tip of the blade pierces my heart. Falling back on the bed, Reaper screams at me as I feel the warm blood spill from the wound. The metallic smell begins to fill the room, overpowering my senses until the light begins to dim.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

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.

“Awesome really awesome. Crimson blade is really great! You receive a great beat for a while ago and have wound everywhere, yet still have this strength left. But now, you were poisoned.” Zitrey replied monotonously, “Poison can’t kill me.” Slicer laughed, “Ah, I forgot you were a high ranker, just how great your body was. A perfect machine for those geezers indeed.” But in all honesty, Zitrey know her body was already on the limit, she needs to rush up things. She holds Slicer hands strongly and slowly move it towards his body. The point of the blade was facing towards him. Zitrey was planning to stab him with it.