Rick Grimes Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

A video popped up from an unknown address, and she frowned as she took the phone. She tapped to play the video. On the screen, Tristan stood before the camera, his smile looking unnervingly pale. Behind him, two figures were bound to chairs, their bodies exposed. It was Delilah and Marvin. In front of him was a phone that was live-streaming the scene. He held a sharp dagger in his hand and walked toward Delilah, peeling the tape off her mouth. With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…"

he said. I looked towards the entrance of the gym as Blade walked through it. Blade is a Seer and he has been with my pack since I was a pup. He isn’t a shifter but he pledged his life to my father once he became of age to do so. Before then he was under my father’s protection and now I’ve taken on that pact. He is one of my best friends. His position isn’t normal, as a Seer is usually a female. It's for that reason he is doing his own research on his background. For now he can keep his privacy on it so long as his safety or the packs’ isn’t in jeopardy. He walked over to where we were sitting with his hands in his suit pockets. “I knew I’d find you two in here. Drills weren’t enough to driv

A loud groan slipped out of her lips, and she didn't bother this time to muffle it. “I do not want to hear your scream,” I said coldly, gripping her and slapping her ass cheek, and I watched her walls tighten even more around my length. It made me cum with one final hard drive, and I pulled out immediately, letting my juices spill on the floor. Without another glance at her, I turned toward the drawer where I had hidden the silver blade and pulled it out.

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.”

The blade sank in with practiced precision, and I felt the slight resistance of muscle giving way. Now, blood flowed freely, a dark, heavy river pouring off his legs and staining the green grass at the edge of the driveway. Graham trembled so badly his heels drummed a frantic, irregular rhythm against the dirt, like some macabre percussion. The corporate king of Houston, the man who commanded boardrooms and bent politicians to his will, was completely broken. He'd been reduced to a weeping, bleeding mess on a gravel road, and the irony wasn't lost on me.

He could not believe what he was seeing. Nestled in the shadows was a blade, carefully hidden in the hidden depths under the bed. Leo leaned out to touch it, his fingers shaking. The blade was plain and unadorned, a chilly mirror of steel with secrets only those who had used it could really know. Leo slowly removed the weapon, fearful yet determined. It was a piece of the jigsaw that had escaped him for so long, and it was more than just a sword. His heart fell as he examined it more closely because there was an emblem he was familiar with, a marking that linked the blade to its owner.

Lucian briefly answered, withholding some information. "Why is he not healing? I need to fully know what happened to him do I can know which treatment I'd give him" Chris instructed sternly. Lucian hesitated for a while, thinking whether to tell him or not. Then he looked at the two nurses who were quick to get the memo and they left. "What was he stabbed with?" Chris pried further. "An enchanted silver dagger" Lucian divulged, earning a gasp from Chris. "That's bad, really bad." Chris chanted, his face showing his worry.

Blake’s POV She looked horrified as I removed the blade from his chest. She should recognise the blade, but I was unsure. It had been in her bedroom when I went snooping. Not in the room she shared with Logan, but the one that had been designated to her. The blade was hidden under the bed. She might not have even known it was there. The blades of the Blood Pack seemed to have a life of their own. “You killed him! You. Actually killed him.”