Red Hood All Blade Novels & Stories

She gives it a small test movement—just a turn of the wrist—and the blade follows like an extension of intent. Her breath catches, just barely. She takes the second blade. For a moment, the room is silent except for the faint hum of electricity and distant birdsong. Alex stands there holding both weapons, not raised, not claimed—just acknowledged. “They suit you,” Eve says softly. "Ma made a red rig for them, crossed back scabbards, angled for a clean, fluid draw over either shoulder.” They all called her Ma now, all the Red Death ladies.

"Protect the center!" "I am an Alpha of the North, Rhys!" I shouted back, my own voice vibrating with a primal authority that made the nearest raider hesitate. "I am not a trophy to be guarded! I am the blade!" I dove into the fray just as a raider lunged at Rhys’s blind spot from the rear, holding a jagged, obsidian-tipped *shuriken*. "Rhys! Six o'clock! Low!" I cried out.

Kharvek seized the moment, lunging forward with a brutal overhead strike. Adrian twisted— Too late. The blade grazed his shoulder. Pain flashed through him as blood spread quickly across the fabric of his shirt. A growl rippled through the room. Vaelreth’s claws tightened against the armrest of his throne. The demon general laughed. “Bleeding already, human?” Adrian ignored him. Instead, he shifted his stance. Calmer now. Focused. Kharvek attacked again. But this time Adrian moved first. He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply—

Blade didn't even transform, it only took him a single punch to send a guard who had already shifted, flying through multiple stacks of wooden crates. The next guard was punched so hard, he fell to the ground. One of them finally reacted, and tried to rush Blade with claws extended. With an impassive gaze, Blade caught the wolf's wrist, and twisted it so hard, his hand broke. The wolf screamed in pain, and Blade shoved him aside without a single thought. Now, more of the wolves were coming to their senses. A couple of them charged at him together. That was a big mistake, but it was also what Blade wanted. None of the wolves with guns were willing to shoot at their own men, and that meant tha

“You will help Raven.” “All right, I’ll take care of it,” said Josh. Although wearing a facemask and Raven couldn’t see Josh’s face. Josh smiled as he faced Raven. “How are you, Raven?” Raven frowned. Raven stared at the hooded man and facemask in front of him. It surprised Hugo when Josh grabbed his hand and placed it on Raven’s Katana blade. What he couldn’t believe was that Josh pressed his hand so hard on the blade until it bled. It even surprised Raven. The next thing that happen, was Josh used his other hand until it also bled and Hugo’s blood mixed. Tyler hold the blade but he just cut his finger and when it bled, he mixed it with the blood of Hugo and Josh. Tyler raised one of his ha

He died on the ground as his blood pooled on the floor. From the dying rogue with blade on his neck, the other rogues looked at Brett who threw the knife. They are convinced that the Alpha in front of them is Brett Holmes, who was also known as person with talent in blades. Sneering, Brett said. "One rogue down. "He waved his handa and added, "So, who is next?" The man behind the counter of the bar secretly grabbed his phone a dialed numbers. However, Brett threw his blade backward as he saw his movement through the glass' reflection.

But he didn't have time to linger on the thought because he saw that Bellona was coming to him with the pen knife in her hands just like she did the previous times. He didn't want to hurt her. He couldn't possibly hurt his mate. Bellona came at him, the look on her face was nothing like anyone had ever seen before and she looked stronger. She then brought the knife forward to stab Zephyr but he stopped it with his hand instead. Bellona paused. Everything stopped as Zephyr's palm continued to bleed but he still held the knife in place while staring deep into her eyes. "Bellona" He called out desperately. "Can you here me, I know you're in there."

everything. My gaze was down, focused on the knife in his hand, on the black handle. The silver cursive on one end was all I saw before I felt the coldness of the knife penetrate through my skin. The shock my body went through made me feel nothing at first, he twisted the knife at the side of my abdomen and I groaned, the pain finally sinking in, overpowering me and my failing body.

A thin red streak of light tore free and shot straight toward Absolute Evil. The original Greedy Wolf was a golden blade. Matched with this red and white blade, they made a perfect pair. Absolute Evil became the artifact spirit for both blades at once.

It’s been too long since I got to blow off steam by watching someone bleed and cry. Which is why I don’t kill Rodry’s remaining shifter friend right away when he launches toward me. He shifts midair and bares his teeth at me, but I slide beneath his approaching wolf and stab another blade into his side, exactly where his joint is. He howls and drops, unable to heal quickly thanks to my pure silver switchblade. Rodry bares his teeth with a snarl. “Do you even know who I am? How dare you fucking attack me! I’m going to-”