Rick Grimes Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

Measuring. Beside him, the second man crouched low, a grin curling across his lips as if the slaughter were some private joke. His hair, a mess of brown waves, was pushed back from a boyish face that didn’t belong in a place like this. His eyes gleamed bright, dangerous, alive. “Well,” Blade said, flicking blood from his knife before sliding it back into its sheath. “Pretty little bird looks more frightened than the rest of them put together.”

The twin blade glittered beautifully in the light. Rick was a ticking time bomb and it was best to be prepared. I lifted the crescent shaped blades up and inspected them. Their edges looked really sharp and they were light in my hands. I wasn't joking about wanting to peel off his flesh strip by strip but that could wait, at least until he makes his move. Silver is really pretty.

He staggered, cursing, blood already seeping from the corner of his mouth. “You motherfucker,” he spat, wiping it away. I rolled my shoulders, eyes locked on him. “Still standing? I’ll fix that.” Michael smirked again. Wrong move. He lunged. I was ready. I ducked, driving my knee into his gut, then swung my elbow into his back as he doubled over. He grunted, stumbling, but recovered too fast. A glint of metal flashed in his hand. Shit. A hidden blade of course. I felt it's sharp edge piercing my skin before I saw it. A white-hot sting across my ribs, followed by the slow, sticky warmth of blood.

I raised my arm, aimed, and let the blade fly. Thunk. The knife hit the tree, but not even close to the bullseye. Again. I exhaled sharply, biting back the urge to scream. "I’m never going to get this," I muttered under my breath, my shoulders slumping in defeat. Nasir stepped closer, his expression unreadable. His rough features, a testament to a life of hardship and battles fought, didn’t soften, but there was no anger in his gaze. He reached out, plucking the knife from the tree as if it were the easiest thing in the world, and handed it back to me.

He had to warn them. But Alex wasn’t done. With a cold, calculating expression, Alex drew a blade from his belt. The weapon gleamed wickedly in the moonlight, its edge sharp enough to slice through bone. "You’ve caused me enough trouble," Alex said, his voice devoid of emotion. "This ends now." Graham’s heart pounded as he felt the blade pierce his chest, the pain unlike anything he’d ever experienced. His breath hitched, and his vision darkened as blood poured from the wound, staining the floor.

Blood pooled below him as he tried to save himself in a futile attempt. Grayson drew his hand back, but grunted as a knife was thrown, piercing the right side of his mid abdomen. Grayson knew immediately it wasn't just any knife, nor was it clean. He felt the burn of silver, and a foreign substance coursing through his body at an alarming rate. He looked up and saw the Commander drawing his hand back with another knife that never left his hand. Xavier tackled him and ripped his head off before he ever had a chance to throw the second blade.

Dominic- As soon as I saw the flash of metal, I reacted. Lurching forward, I pushed past Agent Leo. I didn’t care about anything other than preventing Lexus from harming Hayden. Putting myself between Hayden and Lexus, I grabbed the blade of the knife with my hand. “It is over. You have lost.” I ignored the pain of my palm being cut open as I kept a firm grip on the blade. With my free hand, I removed my mask. Lexus released the knife and stepped back right into Agent Leo’s hands. Dropping the knife, I wrapped the mask around my injured hand. As Leo tried to cuff Lexus, I turned around and pulled Hayden in my arms.

She shook her left sleeve, revealing another hidden blade, and then pounced forward. The two blades were attacking as one. It was truly a terrifying sight. Lebron kept moving forward, pulling the triggers of his firearms in extremely close quarters. Bang, bang, bang! Rachel’s expression changed once more as the bullets knocked her back. Even though she could barely block them, the force forced her to sway left and right. Harvey crossed his arms nonchalantly as he watched Rachel fight, not even worried that Rachel would lose. His seemingly uncaring appearance infuriated Brennan.

my blade. Instead, I rip my hands from his grip and fling him around until he is firmly secure between the grip of my legs. He tries to struggle for his very own weapon, but I have his hands tight within my hold. He cannot move; he is trapped under the pure force my body brings down on him. Then as I go to reach for my blade that is securely hidden, he launches his knee up to prevent me from making a further move. I immediately kick back into his shin, and he cries out in pain.