Ruthless Blade Novels & Stories

He was shirtless, Dominic had made sure to give him his own taste of medicine before I would arrive. ''Tell me,'' I stood before him now. ''Why did you skim through every shipping account?'' I traced the knife along his abdomen. He was already shaking now, the chair rattling against the floor as he desperately wanted to beg for mercy. But that ended a few days ago with Mateo, every traitor would die now. I sliced against the skin of flesh on his lower abdomen, the sound satisfying to my ears. He screamed in pain against his muffled mouth. ''Relax.'' I said calmly although he was already irritating me. ''Stop moving too much or it would be more painful.''

[Ravana's Blade of Desire] [Sealed] [One of the Six Divinity Blades] [Congratulation to the host on acquiring Ravana, The Sword of Desire] [An indestructible sword that bestows upon its wielder the wisdom to cut away from worldly pleasures. Sword of the Mighty God Ra, which he used to vanquish evil] [Sword Aura has been obtained] “…” I couldn't say anything. I've read a lot of novels, the majority of which were cultivation novels in which the main character trained for thousands and thousands of years to gain sword aura.

The pain of it was a physical white–hot agony in my shared chest. The hesitation was all Blade needed. The curse, fed by that fresh, devastating pain, surged back with a vengeance. The grey in his eyes vanished, swallowed by the violent red-blue. *I’LL SHOW YOU STRONG!* With a snarl that held no humanity, Blade’s clawed paw shot out. It wasn’t a swipe to wound. It was a killing blow. Fast, brutal, final. The girl’s whimper was cut off. Silence, except for the drip of the rain and Blade’s heavy panting.

The senior scout, probably, the one Levin’s intel pegged as Damon’s eyes in the human world. Ruth’s response is a grunt, all business. “Copy. He’s got a blade—silver, from the glint. You want him breathing?” “No,” I say, my tone flat, the wolf in me itching for the kill. “But don’t drag it out. Levin needs intel.” I rise slow, silent as a ghost, the fog swirling around my legs. The alley’s a black maw—neon from a distant bar flickering off wet bricks, graffiti snarling warnings in claw marks. The scout freezes, his head snapping toward me, eyes glowing yellow in the dark. Damon’s, I confirm, my lip curling. He bolts, but Ruth’s already on him, her form blurring as she shifts mid-stride, claw

“We have almost depleted the vitality energy in his body. We can now take him out!” Having noticed Tyr’s frail appearance, Raven Blade conjured three black swords at the same time. Those weapons surrounded his body as he rushed toward Tyr at breakneck speed. Tyr deflected the first sword. The second sword opened up several wounds on Tyr’s skin. Raven Blade held the third sword as he thrusted the blade directly at Tyr’s chest. The moment when Raven Blade’s lethal attack was about to pierce through Tyr’s chest, a tinge of an evil smile appeared in the corner of Tyr’s mouth.

Nova’s grip on my arm was tense, but her eyes—her eyes told me we could win this. “You…you’ll pay,” the reminder whispered, rage mixing with fear. I leaned in, voice cold and deliberate. “I’ve already paid. And now, it’s your turn to answer for every scar, every shadow, every lie.” A tense silence fell. For a heartbeat, the world held steady. Then, with a sudden roar, the reminder made one final lunge. Blade intercepted him instantly, twisting the momentum, forcing him to the ground with brutal precision. I moved in, driving my knee into his chest, letting the weight of every year of survival, every loss, every fear, crash down into that single act.

Joshua screamed. "I don't have forty-five minutes!" Richard felt a sickening crunch in his shoulder as an Alpha blindsided him. He rolled, his fingers scraping the earth as he scrambled back to his feet. His shirt was in tatters, and a deep, ugly bruise was already blossoming across his ribs. "Stay back!" Richard roared, slashing his blade in a wide, fluid circle. The mercury stretched, turning into a whip-like filament that lashed out, catching two Alphas by the throat and slamming them into the dirt.

I want to see my son, train him, and have become like me, his father. I thought about Don Vito. How would I convince him it's a trap? That La Routage has been rigged from top to bottom and was like leading the sheep to its slaughter? La Routage was one of the events Don Vito shows how much power and influence he possesses. It was a massive show-off for him. “A guy named Ruckus, is he one of yours?” Rivera interrupted. How does she know Ruckus? “Uhmm, yes but he was killed two nights ago.”

She stepped to the back of the van, then snatched the knife from my hand. “You high-ranking cowards,” she said bitterly. “None of you have the stomach for what needs to be done. That’s why the rogues will soon rule over all the kingdom. You lot will run crying away before you’d even stab someone.” There was a cold malice in Ruth’s eyes that I hadn’t noticed before. She’d shown love for her daughter before, and some patience for the rest of us, even if we annoyed her. But this was different. Her eyes now were those of a killer – frozen, detached.

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.