Rick Grimes Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

" 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.

We thought we had killed them all. Rivers of blood soaked the ground and flowed between the trees in the forest south of Scarlet Moon. Torn and broken bodies littered our path as we retreated to the safety of the only pack Sebastian trusted with those most precious to him. We limped through the gates, bloody and battle weary after taking on at least five men a piece. Unbeknownst to us at the time, one man survived, Blue Blade, named for the unique and deadly weapon he wields. He is the one who sends rogues to the border, taunting me, letting me know he is still out there, waiting for me to blink so he can strike.

If everyone thought the same way and concealed themselves, would the slaughter gambit not go on forever, turning into a game of cat-and-mouse? At that moment, a cold voice rang out, "I know what you're thinking." Blade shuddered in fright. Even his breathing stopped. He looked toward the source of the noise and saw Chris walking toward him from a large tree. He seemed composed as if he was walking in his backyard. Compared to how Blade was trembling, Chris was the picture of calmness. A hopeless look flashed in Blade's eyes. He cursed himself for being so unlucky. He did not even make it that far before meeting the strongest of the 10!

Blade watched under half closed eye lids as Rain and the woman she called Babe left the room. Then he turned his head slightly to see Greer watching him carefully. Greer had moved over to lean against the wall at the foot of his bed. “I know you can see me, asshole.” Greer growled. “You aren’t fooling anyone here.” Blade opened his eyes and stared at him. “I know you don’t believe me but I really don’t remember the man you were talking about before.” He hesitated then asked, “Did I really do all that shit?”

I said, jabbing my blade into his abdominals. Muscle and ligaments tore. Ribs cracked as I carved into him. Precise, quick, deep cuts. The blade was hand crafted to suit my purposes. Just in case my past came knocking. He was so caught off guard by my revelation he couldn't rally in time to stop me ripping into him. Muscle memory took over. Ghost Blade went to work. Lance's blood splattered between us. His knife aimed blindly at my body while he choked on the blood pouring out of his mouth. Face marred in pain, but he refused to cry out.

He grunted in pain and his grip loosened enough on her hair that she was able to dance away from him. Right into the arms of another shifter. This man was taller than Killian. His ham fist struck her ribs and she felt the crack of bone. She used her smaller stature to slide past him, her elbow coming in to her side so she could baby her ribs. She streaked through the crowd, blows raining down from all sides on her naked body, but no one could catch her to keep her still enough to finish her off.

He wanted to go after her but he thought it best to let her ease into the discovery. Grey finally had the sword in his hands, he ripped the paper wrap off completely revealing smooth, thin, Blackstone blade with a clean cut single edge sharp enough to tear through air. The opposite side of the blade blunt but jagged sure to pull out flesh with a stab. It was horrid and elegant, a faint glow as It reacted to his touch when he wrapped his hands around the handle. "Nice sword, you cosplay?" Ten asked walking into the sitting area. Clad in a black armless hoodie revealing slender muscular arms over black leggings and comfy looking sneakers.

Griffin mostly dodge and barely attack, when he did, he went for the critical part that could weaken him. It was time for the final move.. Griffin drew out the small dagger he was hiding. Dona eyes widened at the sight of it. "Slyvester!" She yelled inwardly. Griffin swiftly slashed Slyvester tummy, the man eyes widened. He palm Slyvester's face and squeeze it. Their gaze interlock. "Adios nitwit," Griffin grumbled. He then shove the blade into Slyvester's jaw. Blood poured out. "Noo!!!" Dona yelled, with wide eyes.

I took one of my blades and stabbed him on his right shoulder. Let me let you in on a little secret, my blades are silver and I soaked them with wolfsbane making it harder to heal. “You f*cking b*tch! What did you–” I laughed, cutting him off. I’m sure I sounded like a deranged psycho. He lounged trying to punch me with both arms swinging. Blocking each one I kicked him in the stomach grabbing a hold of his left arm and twisting it. I didn’t let go. He was seething and foaming at the mouth, I b*tched slapped him with my right hand. “Don’t look at me! I didn’t permit you to.” I whispered-yelled. “F*ck you!” he yelled.