Ruthless Blade Novels & Stories

The air was thick with the smell of smoke and death, and I could hear the distant sound of wailing and screams. As I looked around, I saw the lifeless bodies of my pack members, their eyes frozen in a permanent stare. I saw Ryan, his chest torn open, his armour matted with blood and his eyes fixed in a permanent scream. As I struggled to move, I saw a figure in the distance. It was Magnus, his eyes fixed on me, his face twisted in a mixture of pain and fear. I tried to reach out to him, but he was too far away. And then, I saw it. A sword, plunged deep into his chest, all covered in blood. I saw a blurry figure, tall and imposing, standing behind him. I tried to see its face, but it was shro

I carefully opened my eyes again and screamed when I saw blood oozing out of Mateo's shoulder. I really shot him! What the hell is wrong with me? "What the fuck, Hera?" Rafe angrily asked me and I wordlessly looked over at him. My eyes filled with panic. "Fucking maniac." Mateo angrily muttered under his breath. He angrily cussed under his breath as he looked down at his shoulder. I could tell that he was in pain. His jaw was clenched too tight, and he was losing way too much blood. It's all my fault. What have I done?

"Do you really have to go?" "Alpha Blade picked me out to be a warrior himself. I can't say no to him," He explained. "Who even is that?" His eyes widened at her question. "You've never heard of Alpha Blade?" Nathan could not believe it. He was a notoriously strong Alpha; people described him as cruel, monstrous, ruthless, the list goes on. Rumor has it that he has killed hundreds, if not thousands of people. Nathan vividly remembered his immensely powerful aura when they first met; he was almost shivering in fear. There was no way he could've said no when the Alpha requested him to be his warrior.

"Desmond wants the world to view you as an unfit beggar, so we are going to blind them with undeniable power." "Power does not come from expensive silk and stolen jewels, Gideon," Maren argued while trying to ignore the heat radiating from his frame. She kept her gaze fixed on the mirror as he secured the pearls around her neck with unexpectedly gentle fingers. The contrast between his ruthless reputation and his careful touch sent a fresh wave of confusion through her veins.

She had no idea she was watching a knife fight. Enzo grinned wider. “Still got that heat in you. I always liked that about you. Hell, we could’ve used someone like you. While you were busy playing dead, the rest of us were still in the mud, making moves.” Her voice stayed icy. “Funny. No one came looking.” A beat passed. His eye twitched. Just once. He didn’t like being called out—definitely not by someone he used to dismiss. But Enzo was too proud to show it. He waved her jab away with the back of his hand like he was swatting a fly.

He almost ignored it. Then the preview frame loaded and he went completely still, still buried inside me to the hilt. I followed his gaze. The screen showed Softiya in her wheelchair in the private medical wing. The angle was high, slightly distorted, like a hidden camera. She was speaking into a secure handset, voice low and clear enough for the feed to catch every word. Across from her, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, stood Ruslan “The Blade”—shaved head, heavy beard, the missing pinky on his left hand visible even in the grainy light. The same enforcer who answered only to the highest contracts.

Glacier pressed the attack mercilessly, aiming for the other eye. Roosevelt frowned. From thin air, the first Dark Blade—the original weapon he had ever forged—materialized in his hand. He hurled it with deadly precision. The blade tore through the air and sank deep into Glacier’s right wing. Blood sprayed in a wide arc. Raphael lost balance, cursing violently. “If that’s how you want it,” Raphael growled. He swung Frostbite wildly at Roosevelt. “Shadow Scale,” Roosevelt whispered. Raphael’s sword burst into flames and crumbled to ash in an instant. Shock flashed across his face.

Blade removes his new Royal jacket and his shirt allowing everyone to see as Luther ripples under his skin, lengthening his claws and canines to lean forward and let out a challenging roar. Hunter and Cole return and accept the challenge presented before them. Blade and Luther move in to attack sending a punch toward Nathaniel’s jaw. Nathaniel dodges it easily before returning one of his own, Blade ducks just in time sending another punch toward Nathaniel’s abdomen connecting briefly making Hunter growl low.

Before Rio could deal with a deathly blow he saw the reality around him was breaking apart when he saw his right hand was obliterated out of existence. He looked back to see one of the blades exploding in a flash of violent yet beautiful light as the blade was released from its seals, it destroyed everything in its wake wiping what was left of the crystal chamber from existence. The Blade destroyed the stone, and spirit in the wake of its rage as it answered the call of its only master as it flew into the rubble destroying the stone that enveloped him.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real