Rick Grimes Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

Black handle, black blade, and engraved along the spine, clean and precise, S. I hold it up and examine it. "This is my name," I say. He stares at me. "This is literally my name. It says S. S for Sadism. I'm the Grim Reaper." I turn the blade in the light. "This is clearly mine. Where's the phone?" "My brother has it." Through his teeth. "He took it. I don't have it. Stop. Touching." Each word arriving separately, with effort. "My. Tail." He makes a sound that is half fury and half something he's trying to keep below the surface, and his tail catches my wrist on the backswing.

he asked, his voice dropping into a quiet, raspy whisper that sounded entirely hollow. "It's just a tactical blade, Thorne," I replied, my voice modulator throwing back the mechanical rasp, though my hands were secretly trembling behind my back. I quickly slid the weapon into its sheath, hiding it from his sight. "A custom piece I had commissioned through an underground contact. It’s uniquely weighted for low-light execution." Malakai stopped three feet from me. He didn't try to grab me this time. He just stared at the space where the blade had been, his chest rising and falling heavily.

Through the swirling mountain frost above, a shape finally detached itself from the upper dark of the staircase. It wasn't an armored titan. It was a slender, wire-muscled hunter clad in close-fitting, oil-skinned leather that didn't reflect the pale mountain starlight. His face was entirely hidden behind a dark brass breather-mask, his eyes obscured by twin lenses of smoked glass that glowed with a faint, predatory green hue. In his right hand, he carried a long, thin flamberge—a wavy-bladed sword designed to saw through flesh and silver mesh with minimal physical resistance. He didn't pause to offer words. He didn't hesitate at the sight of the Hybrid Queen or the ruined Alpha.

I try to back away, but there’s nowhere to go. As one of the men reaches out to grab me, I act on instinct. I reach into my waistband and pull out a small blade I took from the lab earlier. I’ve hidden it under my top, hoping it might come in handy. With a swift motion, I lunge forward; the blade glinting in the dim light. The man lets out a startled cry as the blade pierces his arm. He stumbles back, clutching his wound. His companion jumps at me, but I’m ready. I sidestep his attack and drive the blade into his shoulder. He howls in pain, his grip on his weapon loosening.

After looking down, Grandmaster Glen noticed that it was an odd-looking long sword. It pierced right through his heart. “You… You are…” Grandmaster Glen had a look of disbelief. He seemed to have recognized something. However, due to his damaged heart, he very quickly fell flat to the ground. Although he felt remorseful, there would be no undoing of his mistake. Alex Rockefeller waved his hand. The sword in Grandmaster Glen’s heart returned to Alex’s hand. This was the Seven Blades of Death Alex had earlier unlocked from the Dragon’s Bane of Thirty-Six!

He places his hand on his shoulder and smiles unwilling to let him go. "Grandpa, I really need your help." Blake hangs his head, his eyes threatening to perk with tears. "What's going on Blake?" Blake's grandpa frowns, his voice going from a cheerful tone to a more melancholic tone. "Grandpa, those archives you told me to look over, you were right. You were right about all of them. There's a vampire by the name of Damian who is seeking revenge on our pack. But that's not the only thing I fear." He sits with his grandfather inside at the table.

He charged at the Dusk Riders, followed by his subordinates, and engaged the thick crowd. He swung, the killing edge of his blade, which bit through the sinews of a Dusk Rider's neck and ripped tissues open until it reached the other side. Blood flew in a spray from an open throat. The afflicted let out a gurgled scream before falling to the side. Keron thrust the nevok forward, its curved tip went through the gap of a chestplate of some Dusk Rider and successfully penetrated the skin between two embossed ribs. The sharp edge speared through the alien's blue left lung sac until the blade exited through the alien's back muscle.

I walk over to the lockers and open in revealing different types of blades. Drop-Point Blade, ,Gut Hook, Sheepsfoot Blade, Clip-point blade the list goes on. My lips curl into a satisfaction smirk as my fingers brushed over the sharp metal. My eyes stopped when the kukri blades caught my eye. The blade was customized black as it had a 90 degree curve, suitable to dig someone's guts out. I took some of the blades and walked over to the beginning level wall, where you practice your aim. I throw the blade and it pierces through the wooden wall as it hit the center. I closed my eyes and let out a breath as I replaced the wooden wall with him standing in the center. I threw the blade and it lande

" 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.

Just the moment, raw. Lucas had something different in his grip. Not just any blade—this one shimmered like it was made for only one thing. Killing. Not scaring, not warning—killing. I yelled at him to throw it at the damn giant coming from the east ridge, but he didn’t budge. Just stood there, eyes locked on the dagger like he was seeing something the rest of us couldn’t. The sun caught the blade in bursts as he turned it slightly in his hand. Too smooth. Too deliberate.