Ruthless Blade Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

My move earned a few gasps from the people who were in the parking lot as well but my sole focus was on the blonde bitch who now looked at me with anger and was going to return my slap to her but I blocked her hand before I placed my arm on her throat and backed her against one of the cars, my arm pressed against her neck, blocking her breathing. "Don't you dare, insult my twin, Blake. Otherwise I swear, I'll show what the little witch is capable of, do you understand?" I was so lost in my rage that I didn't even notice she was clawing at my arm until Jack had to pull me away from her by force. She placed her hand over her throat as she coughed and took fast breaths, her face was red and all

A massive, jet-black shape crashes down from the top of the cliff like a falling mountain. The impact creates a shockwave that throws me backward against the hard stone wall. The air is instantly filled with the deafening, bone-crunching sound of snapping jaws and agonizing howls. I open my eyes, my breath catching in my throat. Brielle Whitmore is standing right in front of me. Her iron daggers are covered in dark rogue blood, her short hair wild, her blue eyes blazing with an intense, terrifying wolf light as she drives her blade straight into the chest of the second rogue, pinning the beast to the frozen earth.

I gasped out loud, bending my head all over, my vision blurry as his cock hit me hard He watched my face the whole time, his eyes dark and ruthless. It was almost as if he knew my plan, like he wanted to ruin me the same way I wanted to ruin him.

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She said with fear as I wore a glove. "Of course." I replied and brought out a knife, before she could scream for help, I sent the knife into her stomach and slit her throat. I watched as blood gushed out, that was the exact same thing I'd do to Lisa if she refuse me. I'll kill her. I removed my glove and dropped it on the floor. "Bye Lillian, you look more cute when you're silent, I didn't know dead people looked this cute." I said and smiled.

She could not even stand properly as her eyes got blurry and dim. "Fuck! Damn it! " Blade kept cursing herself as she forcibly stood up and wandered her eyes around. Screams of her colleagues and slashes of flesh resounded through the night. Blade's heart was racing with anger and nervousness at the same time. She wanted to help her members, but she couldn't do anything. She stared at the booze they've been drinking and realized that the enemies might have secretly put a poison in it. But it's too late for her to regret since she has already consumed it.

“And do you think my gun’s bullets won’t shoot you to death?” Racar gestured to his men to stay put. The young man didn’t seem afraid to die. He wouldn’t hesitate to shoot the woman that he used as his shield either. “What do you want?” Racar calmly asked. “It’s simple. I want to see you burn that bitch, like she did to your son and to my mother’s corpse.” Romana’s eyes widened. She was almost as pale as a ghost due to fright. She couldn’t believe Dylan’s conscience was this dark. She would rather die by a gunshot than be burned to death.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

"You could have found some way, some message, anything, to let me know I didn't have to—" "You never had to do this," my brother said, and the words landed like a physical blow, gentle and devastating all at once. "I would have told you that, if you'd let me. If Dave had ever let me." I stood there, frozen, the entire chamber watching, Rhys rigid and silent beside me, my brother's face swimming in front of me through eyes suddenly blurred with tears I hadn't given myself permission to shed. Two years of resentment, of quiet selfish hunger, of telling myself I'd sacrificed something noble while some ugly, hidden part of me had actually wanted this, all of it collapsing now under the simple, u