Kafka X Blade Novels & Stories

We stayed silent for a while as we wound down the streets of Moon City, the night life shown in the bar lights streaming through the skies. "What is the blade that he was talking about?", I asked after a while of silence. "The blade is an ancient weapon that can be used to kill young vampires", Jacob responded, his eyes focused on the road, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "Young vampires?", I pondered. Did he mean people like Kane? "Do you mean newly turned?", I asked. "The ones that just underwent the change?"

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.

Without answering him or wanting to get into one of their regular arguments, she snaps at him, “Blade, I can’t handle your shit right now. Just have them ready by 8 and be on time. Dismissed.” Blade barely keeping control of his anger and the urge to teach her a lesson, storms out of Xana’s office back to his chambers, muttering to himself while trying to work out how he can keep his position and his way of life. As Blade walks down the hall Kyria steps slightly out of the shadows and quietly follows him. Her heart drops as she listens to his mumbling rant,

Harry said in a corrective tone. "Fine, but that's not the point. Blade is back to Haven and I know that his performance at the party was just a tip of the iceberg." Dexter said, sweating profusely. "Is that why you've got yourself all worked up?" Harry asked, looking confused. "Isn't that enough reason?" "No, it isn't." Harry said. "You're an Alpha. If you can't take care of Blade, then we are all vulnerable. The whole pack and Haven itself is relying on you, you can't be here killing yourself before you even confront Blade."

"But when are you going to tell her?" "Soon, I want you to keep an eye on Noah Lake, he seems suspicious to me but don't do anything without my permission." Blaze commanded. "Of course Blaze, I will do that." Klay waited for the Alpha to hang up and sighed tiredly. "Too much work." He groaned and opened his laptop to search about Noah, his life.

Blade knows that Kala would be furious if he finds out what his daughter said so Blade cannot say a word. "You are not answering my question, Blade," Kala said again. Blade gulped when Kala lifted his face, groping his cheeks and squeezing them rigorously. Kala looked at Blade sharply, his eyes were like spikes that can kill you in an instant, his eyes alone scares people not to talk about how his body is built. Kala is as hard as a rock.

Raphael replied, "I do not plan to annihilate or conquer a race or anyone except Roosevelt, what I will do instead is forge an alliance between me and each race, just like the pact I want to propose to you, wolf." I demanded, "What pact exactly." He smirked, "Annihilating Roosevelt together, and serving me." Mars snapped, "You expect us to serve you? Who do you think you are?" Raphael gripped his sword, he looked seconds from unsheathing it, his fingers locked the hilt, I could witness frozen tendrils of mist bleeding out. "You nearly forced me to draw frostbite" So Raphael’s sword is called Frostbite Blade. The blade is long, straight, pale blue like glacier ice. It doesn’t shine. It drinks

The first Harvester didn't scream when I took its throat. It couldn't. The vocal processors in its white synthetic shell weren't calibrated for pain, only for the clinical reporting of the harvest. I moved before its magnetic boots even settled on the marble. The Phantom Blade was a sliver of shadow in my grip, less a weapon and more an extension of the Sovereign engine roaring in my chest. It wasn't a lunge; it was a high-density burn that turned my muscles into coiled wire and the air into a haze of static.

The entity turned toward him. And this time— Its eyes fully locked. “You misunderstand,” it said gently. “We are already inside you.” Kael moved instantly. Blade strike. Faster than before. This time the air responded. The entity didn’t dodge. It simply split. Not physically. Conceptually. Kael’s blade passed through three overlapping versions of it at once. All of them speaking different halves of the same sentence: “—you were never removed—” “—only paused—” “—until recall—”