Ruthless Blade Novels & Stories

Nora's Pov . I smirked at the terror in their eyes. Tightening my grip on the knife, I pointed it at one of the warriors. "Don't waste my time," I hissed. He clenched his jaw, clearly offended that I challenged him. He pointed his gun at me and shot. I ducked just in time, and the bullet struck the tree behind me. "Coward," I chuckled and threw my knife at him. It directly hit his chest. The knife I was using was made of silver. One stab and there was no chance of them waking up again.

Slowly stepping forward, she stood right in front of him. “Come baby.” At his laughing words, Larab raised her eyebrows and a sarcastic smile spread on her face. "Yes Daling, okay let's start." The next moment she grabbed the sharp knife in her hand which she had hidden behind her and started showing it to Jack. There was a strange horror in her eyes. Seeing such a large knife, Jack's blood dried and he immediately tried his best to free himself, struggling to free his hands and feet, but Larab tied it so tightly that the ropes and belt couldn’t be loosened. There was no hope for him.

They all looked around for what could have made her become so mad and saw that the knife my father had dropped was in the hands of Alpha Ryan, the other Alpha who had disobeyed Alpha Draco. He hadn't allowed my father to finish explaining himself when he had picked up the knife and plunged it into the boy's chest. He held the knife dripping with blood in his hands and his face dripped with pride at what he had accomplished. No one knew when Claire was brought to the place but the minute her son was killed, the warriors holding her plunged a silver dagger into her heart. Her last cry as she fell down was one of agony. Fear gripped everyone but they soon overcame it. Alpha Draco's face lit up

Ruthless. Lucia’s son was relentless. They traded blows, sparks flying, blades screaming. “You could have ruled beside us,” Vanguard snarled. Lucia’s son shoved him back. “I will never kneel to a butcher.” Vanguard lunged. Lucia’s son disarmed him with a brutal twist and slammed him into the stone wall. The city watched. Lucia’s son pressed the blade to Vanguard’s throat. “End it,” Vanguard spat. Lucia’s son hesitated.

The arena, a vast expanse of cracked stone and scorched earth, bore witness to the fierce clash between two titans. Blade, known for his relentless aggression and lightning-fast strikes, had seemed invincible to many. His reputation was built on an impressive string of victories, each one a testament to his unmatched skill and brute strength. His movements were fluid and precise, his blade a blur of deadly steel that cut through the air with lethal intent. But today, the tide had turned.

A sudden blade-like object slit through his throat, detaching his head from his body along with killing the guys who were jovial about their Prince that are now no longer breathing. “Oh, their Audacity to think they could defeat the top five.” A seductive chuckle came. Ruth, Number 4, Wicked Seductress. The woman with an exquisite presence, a temptation incomparable, ready to blind anyone in her charm before killing ruthlessly unlike her name. “Gauche. How they believe ten is on par with one.” Rolling her eyes off, her nails grew back, showing the blade-like object was in fact her nails which grew into sharp needles used only as basic.

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

She filled them all with mortal dread as she entered her Cyclone Stance and expertly spun around in the middle of them. Her blades followed her as she went, and cut into the terrorists with exacting precision. The Ra’ventrii blade’s razor-thin edges sliced cleanly through their heavy armor and bit deep into the flesh and bone far below. Those around her were almost instantly sliced to ribbons as gouts of blood poured out of their wounds. A few of them made choking sounds as their lives exited their bodies, which began to slowly fall to the ground. It was as though they were gradually realizing just how dead they were.

I had a ceramic blade and a decade of repressed, agonizing fury. I lunged out of the alcove, driven by pure survival instinct. I didn't aim for his armored heart; I went for the vulnerable gap at the back of his knee. The razor-sharp ceramic blade slid through the tactical fabric like it was thin silk, severing the tendon. The man buckled with a choked gasp, his scream cut short as Luciano turned with predatory speed and finished him with a single point-blank shot.

"Sad, you will die in the hands of what you created." Taking the sword from his mother, Lord Daniel raised it up, "Thanks for gifting me with the falcon's brother, don't blame me for taking what is mine, and this, is for touching my mate." he said and swung the sword chopping off Ruthless two legs. Ruthless fell down with a loud thud as Galore screamed. Pains, a lot of pains greeted Ruthless. He never expected it would turn out this way. He could feel his death coming, slowly..... Lord Daniel raised the sword and this time around, aimed for Ruthless heart.