Kars Blade Novels & Stories

“This is a matter you only have two options. Either let the senate focus the target on your mate's connection with that wolf and in a matter of seconds, his lifeless body will be the only thing left you can be with. Or, gear up the army now. And prove you do not have that intimate affection with him. Rage the war. In that case, the arrows pointed towards both of you will descend. You’ll save his life.” I clenched my jaw and balled my fist. My gaze drops down to the sword allocated on the wall, the blade left by my father. The Rasa sword that is intended for the war, for the Alfarros. The legacy I had pledged to be the one to eradicate wolves of that clan. But now… I do not know if I could ev

I walked up straight towards Earl whom was sitting at the head of the table, perfect spot so everyone can see what I was about to do. I pulled my knife from my holster and gave him a mischievous smirk. "Hello Earl, why you surprised?, Or wasn't I invited?." I taunted him. "Hi everyone, I'm Kara and I was invited to put up some show for y'all." I gave my short introduction and motioned for the guests to cheer, which they complied to immediately not wanting to get hurt. Earl pushed his chair backwards and Immediately on cue all my assassins had their weapons pointed at him.

Uncle Kael stood at the center, his arms crossed, watching everything with sharp focus. He glanced at me as I approached. “You’re late.” “I was dealing with something,” I said. He raised a brow. “The guests?” “Survivors,” I corrected. He smirked faintly. “Already defending them.” “I’m not defending them i'm stating facts.” “Mm.” He tossed me a training blade,I caught it easily. “Let’s see if your judgment is as sharp as your reflexes,” he said. We moved without another word. Our blades clashed.

“They're alive and Dan has more access to him than to Jaylen. I used to think that Ark was supposed to be Jaylen's competition, but he's not even close.” A beat of silence. Then Kross whistled low. “Other men like Jaylen? That’s either a miracle or a problem.” “It’s both,” Blade said. “But before Jaylen hears this from anyone else, he hears it from me.” Spade gave a curt nod. “Then we move.” *** They drove in silence. Blade behind the wheel, Spade riding shotgun, the others spread out in a separate car a few blocks behind. The night bled into itself, quiet streets and long shadows.

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

I nod, feeling a grim satisfaction settle in my chest. At least something was going to be done right for a start. "Good. We’re not just going to LA to hide out, Blade. We’re going to remind everyone who the Ferraris are and why they should never cross us." Blade’s lips twitch into what might almost be a smile. "Understood." Of course, he did. Pretty much all of my men understood violence, and heck, they even enjoyed the whole dang process. As I slide into the driver’s seat, I grip the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. With one last glance at the penthouse, I hit the gas, my car speeding off into the night.

The stare-off between Axe and Kaine seemed to stretch on, their eyes locked on each other. The air crackled with tension, the stillness broken only by the sound of heavy breaths escaping their lips. And then, in the blink of an eye, Kaine's face contorted with a mixture of desperation and rage. Summoning the last ounce of strength within him, Kaine's hand darted to the back of his pants, fingers closing around the cold handle of a gleaming knife. With a guttural growl, he lunged towards Axe, his movements fueled by a surge of adrenaline.

I'm searching for Ezra in the corner of my eye. Where is he? But a Karensa soldier finds me instead, and I grit my teeth as I jump back from a heavy blow. Then I'm under his sword in a second, slashing upwards with my knife. I try not to think too much about the feeling of my weapon cutting into the man. Then I see him. The Firstblade is shouting orders, while fighting off three soldiers surrounding him. He needs help, but the Karensans outnumber us five to one. I rush across the battlefield.

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.

Ignoring my struggles, Vanessa dragged me all the way to the car. Seeing the neighbors watching, she put on a helpless tone. "He's gone mad because of that accident. We're taking him to get checked." As she spoke, she tightened her arm around my neck and tried to shove me into the car. My heart pounded like thunder. My face turned purple from lack of air. Just when everything was about to repeat itself, a sharp police siren suddenly sounded. With a piercing screech of brakes, the police intercepted Vanessa's car.