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The rogues attacked in a vicious, starving wave. Taylon met them head-on. He was a force of absolute destruction, his massive jaws snapping bone and tearing through the feral wolves with a brutal, merciless efficiency. Ronan was a lethal dancer of blades, his silver knives flashing in the moonlight as he sliced through any rogue foolish enough to lunge towards the SUV.

Derek stuttered, "Father...Father." "I said, why did you do it?" Ragnar growled. Derek's body tensed up as he felt the cold blade of the sword touch his neck. He could feel the sharpness of the edge as it grazed against his skin, causing a slight stinging sensation. As Ragnar pressed the sword closer to Derek's neck, the edge sliced through his flesh, causing a small cut that stung intensely. Derek's breath caught in his throat and he winced in pain, his hand instinctively moving to cover the wound.

As Killian doubled over, Ronan brought both fists down on his spine. The Voss Alpha went down hard, rolling in the snow, but he came up with something glinting in his hand—a silver blade that caught the weak winter sunlight. He moved like a striking snake, the knife carving a line across Ronan's ribs that burned like fire. "You want to die so badly?" Killian asked, circling now with predatory patience. "I can arrange that. Though it seems wasteful, considering how useful you could still be." "I'm done being your tool," Ronan spat, blood running down his side. "I'm done being anyone's tool."

Blood pooled below him as he tried to save himself in a futile attempt. Grayson drew his hand back, but grunted as a knife was thrown, piercing the right side of his mid abdomen. Grayson knew immediately it wasn't just any knife, nor was it clean. He felt the burn of silver, and a foreign substance coursing through his body at an alarming rate. He looked up and saw the Commander drawing his hand back with another knife that never left his hand. Xavier tackled him and ripped his head off before he ever had a chance to throw the second blade.

His fingers tremble and so does my breath. "Are you sure?" he whispers. I nod, voice stuck in my throat. "Just... don’t let go." His eyes close briefly, as if anchoring himself. "Never." Rowan hands him the ceremonial blade; silver, curved, engraved with runes that glimmer under the moonlight. The sight of it makes my stomach twist. Hold up... Nobody told me this part. Am I supposed to slice myself open? Can I back out now?? I start mentally panicking now.

Austin looks at Isaiah, “I think this is good and some of these targets don’t look that simple.” I chuckled, “This brings me back to when I was sixteen. This is fine. However, for safety, everyone should stay back. My knives are laced with silver and not that anything will happen, but just in case, I don’t want anyone to get hurt.” Rory is looking at me with intent. “I knew you would be bad ass!” She laughed. “I can’t wait to see this. I missed the rogue fight.” One of the warriors spoke up, “Gamma Rory, I saw our Luna. She is bad ass. The mess she left behind took a long time to clean up.”

The force was a testament to the hidden man’s strength. “Swoosh! Swoosh!” The sword swiveled in the air as a figure emerged from outside. The person had a stout build. It was Rio. He was one of the top ten fighters of Ryokan’s Refined Blade Clan. Rio reached his hand out to grab the spinning blade. Without pausing, he chopped down on Hannah’s head.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Rory waved to the staff who will help prepare Tinsley up. _____ By the time Rory and her staff were done, Tinsley's face and skin were glowing so bright, her cheeks were rosy, her hair had also been dyed chestnut brown and straightened. The long hair fell to her back. "Nice job, guys." Rory clapped excitedly upon seeing Tinsley's face. She beckoned Tinsley forward, "So we need that minimal makeup and dressing up." Rory said excitedly. Tinsley rolled her eyes but still let Rory do all she wanted because she was also enjoying the skin treatment.