Red Hood All Blade Novels & Stories

He had sustained gunshot wounds to his leg and his abdomen, his body covered in horrific lacerations, and the white shirt he had worn was entirely stained a gruesome crimson. ​That was an image I never, in my worst nightmares, imagined I would ever have to witness. In that chaotic moment, I hadn't given a single thought to Archie, who was also bloody and battered nearby. I had completely lost my mind, screaming and fighting against the arms holding me back, desperate to crawl to Dominic's side as he lay unresponsive to the frantic sound of his name ripping from my throat.

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

Anna didn’t waste time and asked, “Allan, what happens to your team if you partner with us?” Anna wasn’t sure but suspected that Allan didn’t operate alone. He was testing him. Allan was about to answer when his wristwatch began to beep, radiating a thin, red light. He began to take backward steps, as fear covered his eyes. Did Caddaric trick him? “Mr. Casper Blade is here,” he announced to everyone’s shock. All eyes turned to the door which opened from outside and standing there in a fitful rage, were Casper Blade, Hunter, and ten people from the Blade army. The room went silent.

He reaches across me and grabs my hand, slipping something into it and in a low voice that's almost too quiet to hear he says, "This will help your thirst. Use it wisely and sparingly and don't let it get into anyone else's hands. It is meant only for a Locke. Do you understand me?" I nod and softly say, "Yes sir." The door opens up and Arthur tells me, "You can do this." Blade clears his throat and I turn back to face him. His presence is always so intimidating. His long black hair isn't pulled back tonight and instead frames his face. His burgundy eyes roam over me as if he's trying to silently assess if I'm okay. But just as fast as he looked at me, he's now looking away. He's brooding as

she said in a rush and pointed at the silver dagger in her right hand, but he only smiled at her. "What is the time?" He asked the guards which were far away, and without thinking, they answered in sync, which made the red hoodie turn to them with a glare on his face. "You all should shut up, and don't say a word to him, if not I'll kill all of you!!" Red hoodie threatened the soldiers from afar, before turning to the couples, and a smile appeared on his face when he saw the dagger stuck deep into Alpha Alvin's chest, in the spot where his heart was located.

ALTHEA. Blade broke away from me and shifted into his wolf the moment I was able to separate the shield and give him an ordinary but still protective one. At least with this individual shield, we could both fight back. But, of course, the shield was not as strong as the one I’d been using for three days now.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

I ran like my life depended on it—because hers did—but the world seemed to slow around me, everything dragging like molasses as the inevitable loomed closer. And then—out of nowhere—a blade sliced through the air, spinning with deadly precision. It hit the chief elder’s arm with a sickening thunk, making him howl and fumble his own blade. It clattered harmlessly to the ground at Lyria’s feet just as I reached her, my body shielding hers instinctively. Panting, my eyes darted wildly, and I saw Hood—eyes blazing—lowering his arm after having hurled one of the warrior’s daggers without hesitation.

“I let myself believe again. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…” “Well,” Thorne interrupted, “I think the show’s over.” He pulled out a long silver blade from his robes. It shimmered under the emergency lights. “Let me show you what I do with weak links.” Before I could react, he moved. Fast. Too fast. Like he didn’t follow the same rules of time as the rest of us. The blade sliced across the first girl’s throat. She collapsed without a word. Then the next. And the next. And finally, Riven.

Ironically made with the same materials and magic Selene's katana was made from, plus the enchantment specially performed by a great wizard friend of theirs. He remembers that dagger from the last time they had this same encounter. It's easy to say that most of the time, vampires and werewolves will heal easily and will not be left with scars; but the last time they fought, Blake had cut him across his shoulder with that same dagger, and he still had a great scar to remember him by. He slowly grabs the katana, taking advantage that everyone has their eyes on both Blake and Selene. But Tyler stops him, making him drop it on the ground.