Rick Grimes Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

She would die so that John could live. Kris shoved the gun into the back of his pants before unzipping a side pocket and pulling out a sheathed hunting blade. Kris liked knives and she knew he was skilled at using them. Pulling off the cover, he examined the serrated edge. “I took your finger, but that wasn’t enough. Now it’s time to take your head.” The burnished mask twisted into a maniacal grin, reinforcing the terror that statement evoked. Lizzy flexed her fingers and buried them in the straw. Time for nine-fingered bravery.

He winks, turns and disappears into the trees. I twist my body to see and my but cheek is covered in blue paint. "Fuck." I turn to Michael whose scowling. I shake my head. "He's enjoying this way too much. Let's go." **** Another hour and five more green shirts later, Blade sends out a mind link to return to base to regroup. We all trudge out the woods. All of us a complete mess. The graveyard as we call it, is looking pretty full.

Blood spattered across my face as I drove my knife into the hybrid's throat. Not a killing blow—these fuckers were resilient—but enough to buy me seconds. I twisted the silver blade, widening the wound, before kicking it back into the trees. "Six o'clock," Silas called. I spun, dropping to one knee as another hybrid lunged overhead. It landed awkwardly, and I slashed across its hamstrings before it could recover. The silver blade cut through enhanced muscle and tendon, sending it crashing to the forest floor.

Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face. He’s dressed in all black like me, with blackout tattoos covering his neck and arms. Short cropped blonde hair, grey eyes, tall but muscular; I’ve heard tales about this Gamma that rival my own. He has a penchant for killing humans in the most gruesome ways, and his favorite weapon is a JagdKommando knife; the deadliest of blades as it has three edges that spiral together like a corkscrew into a sharp tip. No doctor can sew up a wound left by this knife.

~ Ryder ~ Blade led the way. We didn’t need maps. We didn’t need questions. He knew exactly where we were going. Back to the same building we had just left. But this time… it didn’t feel the same. Lucious had a hidden room. A sealed part of the building only he could access. The kind of place that didn’t exist on records or cameras. The kind of place made for things that were never meant to be seen. Blade stopped in front of a hidden metal door at the far end of the basement corridor — sleek, electronic, and clearly built to stay secret.

a voice whispers in the back of my mind, a faint echo of something I’ve heard before. My eyes dart to the ground, scanning for anything that might help. And then I see it, a blade, discarded and glinting faintly in the dim light. It’s coated in wolf’s poison, the only thing that could weaken someone like him. I don’t think. I move. Diving toward the blade, I roll as the Blade Alpha’s claws tear through the space where I was moments ago. My hand closes around the hilt, the cold metal biting into my palm.

* * * Brend issued a charging order, brandishing his sword out and leaping forward toward Grub, Gary not far behind him. “Now man chest, Grub will show you how to stab,” Grub said, rolling forward and to the side, running one of his long blades across Brend’s thigh, smiling when he heard the tell-tale cry of pain. He winced slightly, forgetting he had rolled to the side that was still in recovery from his fight with the crossbowmen in town. Grub rolled under a wide horizontal slash from Gary, who held a broadsword in one hand and a large silver shield in the other. He wore his heavy plate mail and Grub was enjoying exploiting the lack of vision Gary had with his vertical eye slits in his sol

One of them says pulling a Swiss Army knife from his pocket. He’s the first to charge at me and I grab a whiskey bottle from behind the bar breaking it on his head. Another comes running from the corner but Jarrod meets up to him before he reaches me and slams him into a corner. “Sweet smelling bastard.” He threw the first punch and missed, “Was that supposed to be an insult?” Kane bites into his arm then picks him up and snaps his neck. “Now how are we going to cover that up,” Hayden asks, Milles Kanes wolf.

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.