Rick Grimes Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

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.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

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?”

"So we've been carrying the key this entire time. We just didn't know it." Kael looked down at the silver blade. It had saved him. Saved them all. And now it was something else entirely. "It was never a weapon," he said slowly. "The Creator said the blades were forged to reveal truth. We thought that meant cutting through lies. But maybe it meant something else. Maybe they were always meant to uncover hidden things." Rhydian drew his own blade. The golden light caught the dying sun, sending reflections across the ice. "If that's true, then we're standing at the edge of something we don't understand."

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.

The housekeeper who gave them to me was fired on the spot, and I never saw her again. “Remove the wrapping,” Chris ordered, shaking his head in annoyance. It took a few tries with my shaking hands to remove the sports wrap hiding the pink skin on the underside of my forearm. The old burn was mostly healed, and I clenched my teeth tight as I waited. Pleading never did any good, not with him. He was his father’s son, ruthless and powerful. There was a reason the Blade’s Edge Pack was known far and wide as one of the strongest in all the territories.

Even when Dale had unlocked his dark magic, the man had the right defenses, sending it back with ease. “He’s too strong,” Dale whispered. Grim wasn’t blind. He could see. Reed went for their throats first, attacking them before they could manage to catch their breaths. He might have missed Dale, but his precision paid off as he nicked Grim before he could jump out of the way. It was a slight cut, but it hurt like hell. Reed smirked. “Feel that, Grim? That’s the silver-studded blade talking. I had prepared for this very moment.”