Jake Blade Novels & Stories

I noticed that there is nothin' left ′Cause I've been blastin' and laughin′ so long that Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone But I ain′t never crossed a man that didn't deserve it Me be treated like a punk, you know that′s unheard of He grabbed the knife that was hanging on the wall and aimed at Jake with a dangerous glint in his eyes but Jake was not unnerved, instead he raised his eyebrows at him before a smudged smile spread all over his face. You better watch how ya talking and where ya walking Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk. He send the blade flying across the room towards Jake's face, Jake stood still and watch the silvery blade's edge come towards him he waited no

It was Jake. Not Tristan.

Blake chuckles. “Allie, these people are my parents; Derek and Kayla. They were Alpha and Luna before me, and they knew your grandmother.” Blake tells me, while the woman, Kayla, gives me a big smile. Her green eyes are so much like her sons. Chris looks very uncomfortable, so I turn my attention back at him, so he can go. “Thank you again, Chris! You defended me before I even knew who you were or who I am. You risked your life for me. It is I who is honored to know you!” I say back, and Blake tells him he can go with a thank you.

Jake stumbled backward, his body falling limply to the floor as the blood pooled beneath him. His breaths came in short, ragged spurts. Scarlet stood frozen, staring at her mother. She wasn't expecting that to happen. “You… you stabbed him?” She stammered, staring blankly at her mother. “I did what had to be done. You’re too close to getting the Dark Moon Pack throne to let a traitor like him ruin it all. He was going to expose you, and me.” Emma yelled in her defense. Scarlet’s legs gave way and she fell on her knees beside Jake’s bleeding form, placing a hand on his chest.

The blade tore through muscle, sending him staggering back with a howl of pain. Another one came at me. I dodged, twisting to the side, but my ribs screamed in protest. My vision blurred for a second. Not now. I gritted my teeth, forcing my body to keep moving. Jake wiped the blood from his nose, straightening. His face was cold now. Amused was gone. “You always were a fighter,” he muttered, flexing his fingers. “But you’re hurt. You won’t last long.” I exhaled sharply. “Long enough.”

I had them around me, one on each side, and Kate sitting on my lap. "So," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "What do you all like now? What do you play? What do you eat? I need to catch up!" Jake then just smiled. "I like cars! Racing ones!" "I like painting," Kate added. "I drew a flower yesterday. Wanna see?" "Absolutely," I said, smiling wide. Blake looked down. "I play football," he said quietly. "I’m the fastest in my class." "That’s my boy," I said, tapping his shoulder. "Maybe you got that from me. I used to run like lightning."

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

"He knows someone was down there. If Magnus reads my metrics in that room, the adrenaline suppressants I took this morning won't be enough to hide the baseline shift." Jake pulled a dark, heavy tactical coat over his shoulders, his golden eyes hardening into something ancient and absolute. "Then the five percent window is our only line of retreat. When we enter the central tower, the guards will strip your secondary tools at the first checkpoint, but they won't scan my private locker in the anteroom. I will keep your primary displacement blade hidden in my vest." He stepped closer, his massive frame towering over her as he reached out, his thumb catching a strand of her dark hair and pulling

A masculine voice announces which was responded with chuckles and I frowned and turned to see Blade, Luka, Jude and some people I didn't know appearing out of nowhere. Blade stopped and leaned against the Mustang, which points to him being the potential owner. I narrowed my eyes at him and he stared at me, the corner of his mouth quirked up. Every strand of his jet black hair was in place as if it was being held together by some magnetic force. His deep green eyes did a sweep of my body and stopped at the little bit of skin that was showing around my navel and I scoffed and his eyes met mine again. "I see you boys are still losers," I greet them frigidly, looking from Blade to Luka then to J