Red Hood All Blade Novels & Stories

Theo asked Yohan for this favour. His men were always trustworthy even whatever jobs he gave them. There were Yohan, Jin, Nicholas, James, Oswald and Noah. Seven men with troubled pasts come together to form a bond and always had each other’s backs throughout the time they were together. Even if Theo was involved in the Mafia, he never regarded them as simply his alliances, they were his closest friends and would do anything to fight back if anyone harmed them. They were an inseparable family. They all met each other through Theo anyway and they were all proven reliable in all aspects so it wasn’t possible that even one of them would out Theo just like that. If they would, they really had so

Power surged along his arms—academy combat sigils igniting across his skin. This wasn’t regulation combat anymore. This was intervention. He stepped in. Fast. Faster than either of them expected. His strike wasn’t aimed at the construct. It was aimed at Kael. Kael reacted instantly. Blade rising— Then stopping. Just short of Rhydian’s throat. Rhydian’s own strike halted at Kael’s side. A perfect deadlock. Their eyes met. And for a second— Something human broke through. “Come back,” Rhydian said quietly.

“The rogues.” And as if summoned by the word, figures emerged from the trees at the edge of the ridge; rogues cloaked in obsidian armor, they raised their weapons, all at once as the storm’s wind carried their voices in a chilling chorus: “Bring us the wolf-girl and give us the cursed blade.” The Hollow Blade pulsed harder in Raven’s mind, feeding off their call, dragging her chest into a vise. She staggered forward, clutching her ribs. “Raven!” Axel caught her, but she shoved him back, panting.

He averted his gaze to Alpha Blake’s body laying on the ground, he drove the phoenix sword into Alpha Blake’s neck, separating Alpha Blake’s neck from his shoulders. “Kill them all” Alpha Ryder roared as he continued cutting Alpha Blake’s body into tiny pieces.

Marvin countered with a sweep of his energy blade, generating a whirlwind that deflected the crimson blades effortlessly. “You’re good,” the hooded man admitted, his tone begrudgingly respectful. He lunged forward, his blood sword slicing downward. Marvin parried, but the sheer force drove him into the ground, his feet sinking into the dirt. “Not so powerful now, are you?” the hooded man sneered, pressing down harder.

I called out moments before the rouge plunged the sharp blade into Brayden’s lung. “NOOO!” I cried out and felt Nakoa pushing forward as he gained strength. I slowly started to stand as Brayden punched the man causing him to laugh again. The man took the blade and stabbed Brayden in the arm before pulling the blade back. I could feel tears starting to form in my eyes. Brayden growled at the man and grabbed his arm before he ripped it from the man. I was so focused on the arm laying on the ground that I barely registered another man walk up behind Brayden. I gasped as a large silver knife plunged through Brayden’s chest through his heart. Brayden’s eyes widened as he hit his knees.

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.

the figure declared, their voice filled with an authority that demanded obedience. A figure clad in a red hood materialized with remarkable speed and precision. In their hand glinted a silver dagger, poised for action. With a swift and accurate strike, the figure lunged towards George, piercing him with the weapon. A moment of shock enveloped the battleground as the impact reverberated through the air.

They hit the ground in a swirl of black smoke and snarls. The twins pressed back-to-back, blades flashing in the red light. They swung wildly, covering each other, but I saw the tremor in their knees. I forced myself to step closer to Uncle Eren, lifting my scimitar even though my arms felt too heavy. “Let’s do this,” I whispered. He gave me a brief nod. “Sure, let’s go.” The hellblades pulsed brighter, casting red light across the black skin of the Marids. The sight made bile rise in my throat.

I chipped in the update. “Two idiot friends always amalgamating the most stupid ideas” “So what do you think of it?” I was immune to her insults already. Anyone that still gets offended by it is yet to understand that harshness was Hilra’s mother tongue. She thought for a moment and turned to the door when it sounded like someone was walking past. “According to Anthonier, the blade is still with her?” “Yes. I believe it is safest in her room. No one would believe I’d leave a blade that could end me in the hands of a mistress who had barely stayed a full week”