Scud Blade 2 Novels & Stories

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

I don’t believe he still is breathing, every corner of the blade I have stricken on him was filled with deadly venom. “Some of them had already returned,” he added, causing my forehead to crumple. “Some? Hadn’t they all returned the other day?” Tyler shrugged and raised his head, looking at me. “Why? Have you already seen Mayari’s platoon?” ‘I didn’t.’ I keep my answer in my head. Great, I’m starting to lose my brain. No more words spouted out of my mouth and helped him polish the remaining blades. All were silent except for the sound of clanging and crashing weapons from the trainees. Not until he initiated a topic.

What right did Tristan have to go to Esther's house now? At that moment, his friend, Matthew Hudson, came up with an idea. "Tristan, I just remembered. The Straburgh investment conference is next month. You can attend, representing your company. Since Russell Group is a major player there, they'll definitely be attending. "Esther is a loyal person. You two have been together for eight years, and they've only known each other for a few months. How can he be compared to you?"

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

The Blades were more feared than ever since their new generation of women were even brutal. “I believe the next generation would even be more ruthless,” Juliet observed and spoke. “Well, I think the ghosting technique is the best. With Doctor Sarah’s help, they should be able to have more multiple births and look even more identical. The Blades corporation is also expanding very fast, more hands would be needed,” Casper agreed and elaborated in his usual calm tone. “You always have it planned out,” Caddaric smiled in agreement. “And you have learned well,” Casper complimented him.

- Well, Alud, I will certainly tell you if I see something, I myself am extremely interested in my nature of seeing your world. I see you are tired, you can rest in the bedroom on the second floor - Conrod says, looking at the leader of the werewolves. Indeed, Alud had not yet fully recovered from the battle and escape from prison and looked extremely exhausted. Alud nodded approvingly and embracing Yulia went up to the second floor with her. Duk, meanwhile, took out a long bundle tightly wrapped in cloth from a black bag. Turning it halfway, Conrod saw an unusual-looking blade, all covered with hieroglyphs, which burned slightly, as if a flashlight was built into it. Duk placed the blade ca

The first was to use the Thunder Order, and the second was to use the Soul Blade. Although the thunder and lightning from the Thunder Order could not smash the close-defense missiles made from steel, it could at least destroy the close-defense missiles’ circuit system. If the close-defense missiles lost power, it would be equivalent to the battery of an electric vehicle being stolen. The huge turret and thick barrel would not be able to move at all, let alone lock onto the target. The power of the Soul Blade was even greater. It could cut through iron as if it was cutting clay, so if Charlie were to use it on the close-defense missiles, the Soul Blade would be able to cut the close-defense m

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.