Jake Blade Novels & Stories

He knew that perhaps Marcus' men might be around. Jade wanted to show him that he isn't concerned about his former family anymore, so he can't use that to threaten him again. “Wow, see who is making a marvelous entrance here. Jade Westwood, the runaway criminal. It doesn't surprise me that he's defending the son and brother of a criminal because he himself is also a criminal. SECURITY!!!” Jake said sarcastically but angrily called the securities at the end. Jade chuckled at Jake, shocking everyone as to why he was laughing.

Alexander, laying on his stomach, lifts his head and scuffs his nose. "Why don't you call out to him? He's bound to be here somewhere! Or the rest of the wolves that were with him as well." Xander suggests. "Someone out here? Who are you?" Blake turns on his heel and glances every inch reachable by sight. A small stir out in the far startles him. Grasping his dagger from behind his jeans he dreads the fact to have to fight anyone. He is tired, worried about Selene, and blood thirsty for Damian's head. The last he wants is to be surprised by someone who dares to cross him at this moment.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

As if Jake's confession didn't surprise her at all. Jake looked up, stuttering slightly as he opened his mouth in front of Alicia. But finally, the undercut-haired man said, "I... I, I was... commanded by Ace Blake." Alicia's gray eyes rounded instantly. "Ace? You mean, the one who's been with me all this time?" Jake nodded slowly. "What did you do to me, Jake? What did he order you to do?!" her tone of voice turned impatient and curious at the same time.

Alpha Killian replied while arranging some daggers around his chest in the holster. Jake watched them exchange looks as if talking on the link when they found his ears alert. He wanted to know what it was they were discussing. They came out of the house. As They were settling inside the car, Alpha Killian handed him a dagger. It was pale red and the point of the blade was two-mouthed. "I already have three of my own." Jake said. "I know, but this is a special one." His father mounted the car after him. "Put it somewhere you can easily get access to it and stay alert. Don't fall asleep even if your eyes don't help you."

Before he could answer, a sharp voice cut through the air like a blade. “Well well well. Isn’t this cute.” My blood froze. Jake. He stood a few feet away, leaning against the doorway of the gym entrance like he owned the entire world. His eyes weren’t their usual cold blue. They were darker. Wilder. The kind of dark that promised destruction. He pushed off the wall and walked toward us slowly, eyes locked on Ivan. “So this is where you ran off to,” he said to me, but his glare was burning into Ivan like fire.

The knife drove deep. 'What?! I didn't see him at all. Was he this fast?' Straight into Jake’s chest. A sickening, wet noise echoed in the room as the blade tore through muscle, tendon, bone. Jake screamed. His body jerked violently as pain shot through his nerves like fire. His fingers convulsed around the bat, but Raja didn’t stop. He ripped the blade out twisting it on the way out just to hear the way Jake choked on his own agony. Then—another stab.

"I want to pass the test with the above-average evaluation or grandpa will kill me." Creed replied as got up with a flip. "He won't kill you for not taking the leader's position?" "Although he wants me to go for the best position in JETs," Jake said as he slashed the knife at his left eye. "He knows that I don't fancy leading others. So I can get through it." They used to spar like this, but Jake always kept his chakra flow closed so they can be on the same level. Still, Jake would always win, but he was never happy. For the entire year, something kept bugging him.

He asked me. “Kai gave me my inheritance. We’ll be okay,” I said to him. “So what’s our plan, Jake?” He asked me. Slade has always called me Jake. He shortened Jericho Kiran to JK and that became Jake mainly because he had a speech impediment as a child and couldn’t pronounce his R’s until he was fourteen, but by that time Jake had stuck. “We’ll buy a house, get settled, register for school–” I began but he interrupted me.

He had two knives in his hands now and before Slither could even blink, Jake stabbed each knife into his shoulders. “Any last words, Slither?” “Who the fuck are you?” Slither asked him with a grimace. “Wrath.” Jake pulled the knives from his shoulders and turned the blades, swiping them across Slither’s throat. Blood sprayed over Jake’s face, and when he turned around, his eyes looked lifeless. He walked past Weasel, back in the direction of where they left the van, and Weasel jogged to catch up with him. Neither man said a word and Jake climbed into the back of the van, leaned against the doorframe and closed his eyes.