Grim Reaper Blade Novels & Stories

"We've confirmed they're one and the same, so I've had someone on his tail at every hour of the day." "I mean, Graham's been a martial god with ultimate mastery for three years now. It's gotta be tough to track him without getting caught, right?" Quispe chimed in again. "Don't sweat it, Black Blade. We've got it covered," Nevaeh assured him with a grin. Whoa! Black Blade could not help but suck in a breath. Nevaeh's words meant the tracker was no slouch—had to be top-tier. He was dead sure they were not from the Shadow Sect. Knowing them as he did, no one but the Five Blades could match that level of badassery.

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.”

There were wisps of smoke rising from his armor, and Randey wondered how badly he was injured. “Vile Beast!” shouted the Blade Master. He raised his blade and charged once more. Randey slipped out of the door as the Knight ran forward, hurrying in a crouch. He moved away from the barn, looking carefully for any sign of the figure he’d seen. He caught sight of it again, and he moved as quietly as he could to get behind it. From what he could tell, the individual’s attention was on the fight. No doubt waiting to unleash other mystical attacks upon the Grenyaar. Randey slipped behind a broken water barrel, looking past it at the figure beyond. They still had not turned in his direction. Pushing

Josh immediately moved forward to stop Reaper, however, it was too late, Reaper had put the knife into use. With a desperate swing, Reaper drove the blade forward, straight into Mateo’s side. Mateo tried to step back, but it was a little too late. A gasp escaped Mateos' lips, both from shock and pain as the knife tore through his flesh.

“Oh, Seraphim’s blade. I’d never seen this in a long long time. Seraph Blade killed many of my people. Where did you get it, my dear?” “Not telling you anything.” He looked at Lucius. “Is this the same blade given to you by your father-in-law?” What was he talking about? I watched Ryden shift and divert his gaze away, looking hurt. “I wish, but that’s what killed her. Mine is safe somewhere.” Wait. What? He has a sword just like mine? “But this blade also shapes according to the wielder. Am I right? And it’s Katana for her. She must have been trained by a great sensei.”

The sound of his boots faded down the hall. I pressed my back against the wall and slid to the floor. My body was still shaking. Not from fear. Or not only from fear. When his teeth had grazed my mark, something inside me had ignited. A heat that started at my neck and poured down through my chest, my stomach, my thighs. My skin had tightened. My breath had caught. And for one terrible, honest second, I had wanted him closer. The Reaper. The man who’d killed his own family. The man who collected territories like other men collected debts.

Blade forgot the deer. He turned and stalked toward the new thing. The weak, wounded thing that smelled of enemy. The rage had a new target. He loomed over her, a giant of shadow and fangs. The girl looked up, her face pale with pain and terror. She didn’t scream. She just whimpered again, her voice a broken thread. “P-please… don’t… help me…” *Kill her, * Blade’s thought was a dark pulse. *She smells of them. Kill her and howl our pain to the moon.*

Blade was amused that a single woman managed to take down three grown men, two of whom lay lifeless on the pavement. Tech was captivated. "I am getting more of a Black Widow vibe from her." "I beg you, please don't, ahh," his words were cut short by her digging her knife into his stomach. She stared into his eyes like she dared the man's soul to remain attached to its chosen body. The longer I watched her, the more I felt "Intrigued." She pulled out her phone taking a picture. "Damn, that's tough," Reaper was also impressed.

The reapers' blades came out of their scabbards. Reaper Swithun took aim and pointed his swords at the werewolves' necks. "You will regret doing this," Reaper Swithun said as he narrowed his gaze. "So you better be prepared for what happens now because your death is in my hands." He tightened the grip of his sword.

I placed my hands on my baby bump, in efforts to protect my little girl from the unpredictable predator in front of me. “You will mark, Allister first,” Reaper started. I let out a sharp growl of protest before he put up a finger to signal me to wait for him to finish. “In the ceremony you will be asked to choose to break your fated mate bond and choose a new bond with Allister. You will use this on him.” Reaper showed a blade that had a yellow gel like substance through the center of the blade. The blade looked to be handcrafted and was obviously not your typical wolfsbane infused blade. The silver gleamed in the moonlight that was cascading into the cabin.