Heroes Katana Novels & Stories

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

Who exactly is she? “Are you surprised, master?” Katana teases me, “I mean isn’t it a shame for you to change yourself to a lady only because you want to be near the woman you call mate yet you rejected?” “How did you find out?” I ask her, “how?” “Of course I did” Katana moves closer to me and dusts some invisible dust from my robe, a gesture that annoys me to the core, “I mean I was the one who killed Athena in a fight three years ago, master”

What did he mean by his words? Was he not going to accept her as his mate? Killian turned around and looked at Selene, “Selene, I, Killian Thorne, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Silvermoon pack, reject you as my mate!” Boom!

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama EIGHT VENDETTA I put on the black curvy dress that was actually an option after lot of thought and help with my gold heels and I brush my hair in a curvy length and apply some eye liner and a red lipsticks. After a little view at myself in the mirror I head out of my room and I met the girl Laura working on her system and her eye widened immediately she saw me.

A flash in the light captured Alina's attention, and when she turned her head slightly, she saw a she-wolf wielding sharp blades, using the sun to blind her opponents as the knives disoriented anyone close enough to her. "That's Katana," Kane whispered, "My sister." Katana was beautifully evil with her twin blades, showing more skill than most of the royal army combined. She moved with the grace of an erotic dancer, weaving in and out of the men, waving her long braided hair like Medusas snakes as she put them all on their arses one by one. As Katana came to a standstill beside Kane and Alina, it felt like the townsfolk were holding their breath so as not to draw her attention.

Can’t use a naked blade just in case someone approaches me. During my weapons training with Alina, I found I liked using the guns, but my favourite was the Katana. She told me it was her favourite too, and she also told me about her reasons for it. She was trained by master Tadashi in Tokyo when she was a girl. His son Hamada is now the boss of the Yazuka.

Cold tendrils of fear stroked my spine as if the reaper itself stood above me. "She can't go home," Katarina said. "We have to." Her hand found the sheath on her belt, pulling a bowie knife. The blade shined, devoid of blood, and freshly sharpened. A terrified breath whispered out of me, but I was stunned to speak. The entire room spun on its side, blurring my vision. "No," Thane replied, taking a healthy gulp of his drink. His adam's apple bobbed, taking his time to respond. "We're not killing her."

In milliseconds we are on our feet running for the kitchen; only to find Katerina slumped over the kitchen work top, blood pouring from her back, and a masked figure standing there with a gun. "Kat.." Kol whispers. My heart sinks, "what did you do?" I roar with anger. "She deserved it." The masked figure said.. With a womanly voice. "You're dead." I state. Kol holds me back, shaking his head, "my fighters are on their way. It's not our job to kill." I sigh and nod, but use my fighting skills, disarm the bitch that shot, and maybe killed my mate before restraining them on the floor. "Kol, check Katerina! Now!" I shout.

The strange man immediately moved with a speed that defied human limits grabbing a heavy cast iron skillet from the range and swinging it, the sound of metal hitting a helmet echoed through the room like a bell. He was a whirlwind of black cloth and blue-eyed rage, moving between the hunters with a terrifying efficiency. I scrambled up, grabbing a butcher knife from a magnetic strip. I was a dancer but also a fighter Nd the wolf in me was tired of hiding. I lunged at the second hunter who was trying to reload his crossbow. I didn't go for the heart, I went for the gap in the armor at the back of his knee. I felt the blade sink in, as the hot spray of his blood covered my face. The hunter let

Karma stood up and walked over to Marcus's limp dick, with pain in her eyes she remembered every evil he caused with it, she held his limp dick in her hands and was furious as she watched it come alive. “This monster is still getting turned on, even in this situation?!” She smirked, and scoffed and in a swift motion she sliced his dick off. Too bad she couldn't get everything out at once, so she kept slicing till it was completely off. And just like a child holding her award, she happily lifted it up like a champion, ignoring the blood splashing and the vigorous movement of her father on the bed. Tears had caused a streak down his face, as it was obvious he had run out of tears. He was heavi