Rick Grimes Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Liam let out a strangled groan, stumbling forward as the knife clattered across the floor. By the time Violet spun around, Liam was already pinned to the ground—his arms twisted painfully behind his back, Jay’s knee pressing between his shoulder blades. “YOU’ve got some fucking nerve,” Jay growled, his voice like steel. “Touching her? You just signed your own death warrant.” Liam’s face twisted, confused and terrified. “WH—WHAT the hell are you talking about?!” Jay shoved him harder, pressing the cold muzzle of his gun to Liam’s temple. “You’ll find out soon enough. But first, shut the hell up.”

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

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.

My hiding place. I sat on the rock by the water, picking up stones and throwing them as far as I could. One splash at a time. One stone. One pain. One memory I couldn’t erase. A presence shifted behind me. “You’re here today,” a calm voice said. “I was starting to think this place was mine alone.” Blade Lucious. He lowered himself onto a rock beside me, not too close, not too far…carefully like he understood silence. Blade is Alpha Ryder’s Beta, he’s different from the others—quiet, controlled, never trying too hard. I’d met him here weeks ago, by this same lake and he seemed decent.