Ruthless Blade Novels & Stories

We thought we had killed them all. Rivers of blood soaked the ground and flowed between the trees in the forest south of Scarlet Moon. Torn and broken bodies littered our path as we retreated to the safety of the only pack Sebastian trusted with those most precious to him. We limped through the gates, bloody and battle weary after taking on at least five men a piece. Unbeknownst to us at the time, one man survived, Blue Blade, named for the unique and deadly weapon he wields. He is the one who sends rogues to the border, taunting me, letting me know he is still out there, waiting for me to blink so he can strike.

Luther frowned as various thoughts surfaced in his mind. However, he quickly discarded those thoughts. It was pointless to try to understand a madman like that. He should just take everything in his stride! While Fane was clearing the marks left by the others, Chris was already fighting. As an assassin, Blade's speed and movement were top-notch. At that moment, he had ignited his blood essence, using up his life force. His skills had improved by several times. His teeth were clenched as he glared right at Chris. At that moment, he had discarded his life. He only had one thought in mind. Even if he died, he would drag Chris down with him. Even if he couldn't he would heavily injure Chris and

Later, they became mercenaries who lived on the edge of blade and had never lost a battle. “Why come after me now?” Lenin demanded, desperation creeping into his voice. He knew he had nowhere to run. If his men were all taken out, then that would only mean one thing, he was no match for them. These men were truly devils in human skin. “You destroyed everything… I have nothing left….” He nearly shouted, his voice broken and wavering “I have never crossed you… Why won’t you leave me alone?” “Weren’t you a Walter?” Night Blade mocked, “How can you have nothing?”

She shouted in anger. I couldn't stand Abruzzo familia. No one had manners in their family. Anger coursed through me. "How...!!" I was cut off by the menacing tone of Russo. "I'll cut your tongue in two if I hear you swearing and mentioning my woman together again." As he snarled, he propelled the knife at her, glaring at her. She let out a scream in terror and leaped away. The knife struck the wall and dropped to the ground, creating a loud noise.

Andrew said slightly patting his shoulder. Jonathan turned in an instinct and caught him by his neck and pinned him to the back wall. "It will cost him heavy." Andrew said pointing at the window and Jonathan and Jim both turned to the window. They saw Victor holding a knife close to Aiden's heart and in next second he made a cut over his heart on the chest. Aiden jolted awake and screamed in pain while trashing on the chair. Jonathan and Jim saw the opened mouth of other screaming but no sound came out, the room was indeed sound proof.

But Evelyn only grew louder, her composure slipping into something raw, wild. “I am power!” she screamed. “I am the reason this country worships the Caldwell name! Every single one of you—” her gaze swept the room “—feeds off the scraps of my table. You want to erase me? You can’t. I am untouchable.” Richard, frail in his wheelchair, raised his head. His voice rasped, but it carried: “No, Evelyn. You’re already finished.” The room went silent. She spun on him, eyes blazing with hatred. “You worthless shell! You’d dare betray me after everything I gave you?”

With a swift, powerful motion, I drove the blade straight into his chest. I pushed deeper and felt the resistance of bone and muscle. His eyes widened in shock, and a gurgling scream escaped his lips. I showed no mercy, grinding my teeth as I wrenched the knife sideways, tearing through the flesh. Blood spurted, staining my clothes. I yanked the blade free, silencing his screams forever. "Let’s get the hell out of here, Nicholas. We’ve got less than eight minutes before the feds show up," Luca snapped as I wiped the blood off my blade with a rag, the metallic scent lingering in the air.

The wolf vanished, and in his place was Alma with her clear blue eyes and blonde hair streaked with blood and dirt. Still. Dead. “Watch out!” Blade yelled. Arthur turned as Blade launched himself at the rogue just behind Arthur. Arthur turned on guard, snapping free of the memory, as they tumbled. Arthur’s heart lurched as the rogue got the upper hand. “No!” The rogue sent Blade flying back with a wound across his chest. Before Blade had even landed, Arthur had snapped its neck with a savage crack of bone and turned on the rest of the rogues with a roar. Mindless and ravenous, the rogues leaped at him, but his fury and guilt had made him rush at them. Before they had landed, Arthur murdered

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

"Frenzy Blade! In the next second, Draven wildly swung his treasured blade, his expression twisted and terrifying. Every slash was incredibly powerful. Umbra kept retreating, her expression serious, but that was all. She showed no sign of panic. At a certain moment, she extended two fingers, a strange energy swirling at her fingertips. She pointed them forward. With a clang, her fingers clashed with the treasured blade. The immense force of the rebound sent Draven stumbling backward. His arm throbbed in pain, and his grip nearly failed. His blade almost slipped from his hands. "Kill!" Draven roared in rage. He grew even more frenzied, like a mindless beast. Yet, Umbra remained composed. Her