Scud Blade 2 Novels & Stories

Night Blade got on the fourth one along with Night Star, Night Swing, Night Roller and two of his minions from the shadow guards who went by the names A3 and C6. “Let’s surround the place from all four sides.” Chris ordered through his headset once they were airborne. “Big brother, you take the north end, Lorenzo, I will leave the south end to you.” “I will take the east end and leave the west end to Night Blade.” “I want all the bastards that dared, alive.” Chris ordered viciously although he was begging inwardly ‘Wife, please hold on... I will find you.” A few hours earlier-

“I have no choice,not everyone is overpriviledged like you” She answered, launching an attack. Scar stood steady watching her. know your enemy. watch their movement. She repeated, centered her self stance relaxed,feets slightly parted in balanced posture. She dodged effectively,just defending,the crowd roared wanting blood. Scar waited for an opening she launched an upper cut, catching her opponent on her jaw, sealing it with a kick on her neck. She was knocked out flat falling flat on the floor,the cheers was thunderous. “Scar,scar,scar,scar”

"I'll try. But I can't promise I won't worry. Can't promise I won't try to talk you out of dangerous decisions." "I wouldn't expect anything less." I took his hand, placing it on my still-flat abdomen. "We're in this together. All three of us. But that means trusting each other. Supporting each other. Not controlling each other." He covered my hand with his, his touch gentle. "Together," he agreed. Two Weeks Later The scouts returned with news: the Moonblade was real, and they'd located it in the ruins of an ancient temple deep in neutral territory. Damon assembled his team: himself, three experienced warriors, a healer, and over Killian's protests me.

I bristle and Blade responded with a chuckle. "No need to worry sweetling, I only saw these two but now I'm itching to know what else you've been hiding," he adds mischievously. "Give me two reasons why I shouldn't kill you?" I almost shout. Blade smirked and replied off the top of his head, "number one, if you do you may never find your cellphone and number two," he pauses staring at me. "What's number two!" I hiss. "If you kill me, it'd be a total waste."

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

The air was thick with the smell of soldering tin and burning plastic. "It's ugly," Kara muttered, not looking up as Ren and Leo burst in. "Don't tell me it's ugly. I know it's ugly." Ren dumped the server blade on the floor. "Will this help?" Kara looked at the ancient hardware. Her eyes lit up. "A Gen-2 Server Blade? Where did you find this? This has a dedicated cooling unit. I can overclock this to handle the neural load." "Can you build the interface?" Ren asked, stripping off his wet coat.

Not if he wanted to survive. Another scythe swung down from above, and Kael reacted before he even saw it, ducking instinctively as the bond pulsed violently. Lucien mirrored his movement perfectly, landing on a narrow ledge across from him. Their eyes met midair—intense, calculating, and something else entirely.

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.

working. I tried to resist but he started showing an unnatural amount of strength. Holding one of my paws messed up by balance, after all, I still wasn't used to this body. When he had a full grip on it, he pushed me to my surprise. I toppled over and lay flat on my back. It was going to be a struggle to get back on all fours again. Blade eventually gets up on both of his feet. He takes off his torn shirt which still has the claw marks on it. His chest is lean and defined with plump biceps and hard abs. The scratches I gave him earlier rested above his abs and they seemed to be healing themselves. As I struggled to get up, Blade came towards me and it seemed that with every step, his scars s

Blade winked at me. “What did you have in mind?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow, intrigued by his suggestion. Blade grinned and flexed his fingers, his eyes glinting with excitement. “Well, since we are all here, and it’s a beautiful evening, how about us boys let our wolves stretch their legs? A brotherly run?” My heart leaped with excitement at the idea. Transforming into our wolf forms and running through the woods was an exhilarating experience that always brought us closer as brothers. Skye, who had just walked in and must have heard Blade, nodded enthusiastically.