Novel & Cerita Ruthless Blade

She needed to be shown her place, not just reminded of it. Because of her, I got stabbed. And that bastard—Blade. If this had been a real fight, man to man, without Rain’s safety at stake, I would have shown him exactly what I’d been waiting years to do. I would have ripped his eyes from their sockets and left him as blind as I was. Then, I would have killed him the same way he killed my father. A blind man. That’s what he called me. That despicable, arrogant fool thought blindness made me weak. He had no idea. I may not see like he does, but I see far more than he ever could.

The blade glowed with a lethal light, charged with our combined power. Rider Storm’s eyes widened as we approached, the realization of his impending doom dawning on him. “No!” he roared, but it was too late. With a swift, powerful strike, I plunged the blade into his heart. A blinding light erupted from the wound, and Rider Storm let out a final, anguished scream before crumbling to the ground. The silence that followed was deafening. The rogues, sensing their leader’s defeat, scattered into the night. We stood amidst the ruins of the battlefield, panting and bloodied but victorious.

“This is the last service you offer.” He tries one more foolish word—“You’ll be hunted—” —and then I drive the blade straight and fast between his throat and collar. It’s clinical. He chokes, gurgles, then goes still. The sudden quiet after a livebody is always a small theft of the world’s noise. I stand over him, breathing, the air pulled tight in my lungs. I wipe the blade on his shirt and listen to the steady tick of the place settling back to nothing.

A thin, jagged blade, coated in a viscous, shimmering black liquid, slid between his ribs. The air in the battle camp was thick with the copper tang of blood and the acrid stench of wolf-fire. The defensive line Theo had established was holding, but the cost was becoming apparent. Theo moved through the chaos like a storm—fluid, lethal, and unrelenting. He was a wall of muscle and fur, protecting the perimeter against a surge of rogue shifters who fought with a desperate, mindless savagery. He didn't see the shadow detach itself from the burning remains of a supply wagon.

He had always believed himself the sharper blade. Then his phone vibrated. A secure message. He frowned slightly, recognizing the channel. Graham’s ID. The wife is gone, looks like he’s vulnerable, perfect time to strike so make your move tomorrow. Severin stared at the words for a long moment. Then his smile widened. “So,” he said softly. “You finally broke him.” He raised his glass in a silent toast, to patience rewarded, to power reclaimed. To a nephew who had forgotten the rules of survival.

The residual rays of the descending sun were still climbing the vertical expanse of the glass pane, even as the atmospheric twilight began to drape the skyline in shadow. "Cease your vocal interference! The auditory output of your rebellion merely delivers an intense surge of acceleration to my carnal drive, Erika!" he roared out, before driving his member inward with a tier of physical force that transcended the absolute entirety of his previous actions. He callously wrenched my neck around to force a total misalignment of my face, savagely consuming the perimeter of my lips with absolute, uninhibited brutality.

My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes. I let go and backed away. The piece of glass that is now tainted with blood fell on the floor. "Look what you've done, Audrey! You're so slutty! You're just like your mommy-" "Shut up!" I spat angrily and turned to Rustov. "And you? Why did you interrupt? It's not my fault why you got hurt! That's your fault for taking that stupid girl's side! Why are you defending her? Your friend? Girlfriend? Because, you're both trash!"

“Blade-“ “Stop trying to control me with your words, with your kisses, and caresses! In the end, you are just like your mother, Katniss! I am done with your manipulation! Say your prayers now. I will make sure to send you to hell tonight where you and your two-faced parents belong!” In a blink of an eye, Blade already had a dagger in his hand. He ran to me, ready to attack me. The hybrids showed up and blocked him. But with a snap, the hybrids flew in different directions.

But what he says next boils my blood. "you can and you will," he folds his hands over his chest. Like he is doing this to control himself. "we have all day, you are cleaning this even if it takes you all day." I threw my hands in the air, and frustrated tears burned my eyes. "what kind of ruthless bastard are you? I told you I can't do it." "you will do it," he grits. "fuck you," I yelled picking up a handful of horseshit mixed with straw and throwing it at him. "Eat this and die."

Old butler Fu cried in a pleading tone. "You know the punishment for defying your father...it is death," The aloof middle-aged man said with no emotion. The gun was pointed at his throat. Earth widened his eyes. Pete took off his glasses revealing his emerald eyes. The older man was a bit staggered when he saw his late wife's eyes. "And I accept it....that's if you dare to kill the heir of these clan" Pete returned his father's emotion "But you know what, I will save you the trouble...wouldn't it be a big news if the next heir kills himself right in front of his father hmmm?"