Kars Blade Novels & Stories

That only makes my lips tighten in anger and a heartless response leaves my lips. "When you see her, ask to confirm." Karl lunges one last time but the Blackbone blade glows with a bright purple light in my hand and he drops to the floor, the last of his life sapped away. The night goes silent and I stare at Karl's body for a while. This wasn't supposed to happen. Karl wasn't part of the equation and now, he's dead. I lean down and with the blade, I carve into the skin of his chest.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face. He’s dressed in all black like me, with blackout tattoos covering his neck and arms. Short cropped blonde hair, grey eyes, tall but muscular; I’ve heard tales about this Gamma that rival my own. He has a penchant for killing humans in the most gruesome ways, and his favorite weapon is a JagdKommando knife; the deadliest of blades as it has three edges that spiral together like a corkscrew into a sharp tip. No doctor can sew up a wound left by this knife.

I evade by an inch and the strike to the ground bore a hoke as deep as a septic tank. I gasp. Who really is this guy. He unlike other hunters. His aura is entirely different and his sword is blank must covered. This will definitely be tough for even I an alpha. He continually attack and all I do is evade. Am left with no chance to attack. "Stop it dad!" Kara rush towards us. She pull her hair pin which transforms into a silver sword. She arrive closer but her dad hand wave toss her aside So this is Kara's dad, the beserk killer.

With a serious look on his face, he quickly took out his black long sword and slashed at the tornado of bladed energy coming at Zephyr Khan. "Extreme Universal Slash!"

I said. Blade nodded and stood too. We walked to the car together. He opened the door for me, then slid into the driver’s seat. We had barely pulled away from the lake when the first rogue wolf stepped out from the trees. Then another. And another. A few of them at first, eyes glowing, teeth bared. They charged straight at the SUV. Blade’s hands tightened on the wheel. “Hold on.” He floored the gas. The SUV lurched forward, tires spitting gravel. One rogue leaped, claws scraping the side of the car with a horrible screech. Another slammed into the front fender. The impact rattled my teeth.

“Hold!” The first impact hit like a storm—steel against claw, bone against rage. The ridge exploded in chaos. I drew the blade from my thigh strap, ducked a swing, and drove it through the ribs of the nearest attacker. He didn’t bleed red. His blood was black. Thick. And it hissed when it hit the earth. The smell was unbearable—rot and iron and something that felt like old graves. Kael was in the middle of it, his wolf half-shifted, golden eyes wild. Every movement was precise destruction, every strike a promise.

The very flora seemed to respond to her call, twisting and coiling to create barriers and traps that hindered the enemy's movements. Kael's blade glowed with an ethereal light as he channeled his newfound energy. With each swing, he carved through the opposition with unrivaled precision, leaving trails of radiant energy in his wake. His strikes were a dance of calculated finesse, cutting through enemy lines and inspiring awe in both allies and enemies alike.

He glanced at my new blade. What's in his mind? I know he is going to do something ruthless. No. I wouldn't let him take it from me. I'm going to save it and let Lacie see this blade. As he saw me clutch it protectively, his smile was full of mockery. "You have a weapon. We're a pair now. I'll give you a chance to attack first." I felt a chill run through my entire body. "Carlo! Are you fucking mad?" Zeke yelled at him.

Then a sharp sound cut through the noise. Someone cleared their throat. "I hope I’m not interrupting a private moment," a dry, mocking voice said. Kairos froze on top of me. I felt it right away. Every muscle in him went tight. He pushed himself up slowly, like it cost him something, but he kept one arm firm around my waist. Like he didn’t trust the world not to take me again. I turned my head toward the gate. Kael stood there. He looked like he’d walked straight out of a nightmare. His black blades dripped with Northern blood. It slid down and tapped against the stone. He didn’t look at the burning courtyard. Didn’t look at the soldiers. His blue eyes were locked on Kairos’s hand on my body