Scud Blade 2 Novels & Stories

The next time, he would be prepared for anything and the tribe might get dragged into an all out war. From what had been said here, the only thing Blade seemed to lack was the numbers. He had the will to kill, but he just lacked the numbers this club had to fight. She hoped that would keep him away, but she doubted it. The next time they came, she had a feeling this Hades’ Messengers MC would shoot first and ask questions like never.

I said looking off into the distance by the end, the horrific scene of these huge blades flying at me playing back like a movie reel. “I still don’t understand what happened, I was stood off to the side of the training grounds and was learning how to properly catch the blade when it’s flying at your face. It was all going great until multiple knives began to fly at me. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the claw spiked blades but what makes them so dangerous, is the razor-sharp claw like edge which when is sliced or thrown at a person, it seems to dig into the skin and when it spins to exit, rips layers of their flesh off. Now, I had been catching them with ease, but when they all were bei

"Keep your mouth shut if you want to breathe!" The Blade-Stalker finally wrenched its hand free from the wall and spun around, its single red eye locking onto the glowing blue light of my new weapon. It let out an incredibly loud, metallic scream that shook the dirt beneath my boots and made my ears ring. It raised its remaining bone blade high into the air, ready to sweep my head clean off my shoulders. But I was already moving.

I forced myself to say. "It doesn't matter, Reis. As a matter of fact, she's on my side now, and she's going to help me execute my plan. And there's nothing you can do about it." He smirked and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers. Some men approached with a tray. Resting on it was a blade emitting a glowing green light. "Let me introduce you to the Blade of Poison," Cillian began. "I'm sure you can sense the lethal energy radiating from this blade. We've spent years designing it to kill usurpers like yourself."

Aziz murmured a snarky remark, so only I could hear. I didn’t spare him a glance, instead. “Uncle, do you want me to?” “Yes,” Eren said. “Bring the scimitar.” I took the other curved blade from its box. Not a hellblade flashing a ruby, just good old steel. The old man’s eyes lit when it flashed. He set the cane aside with his thumb stroking the curve of the blade. “Magnificent,” he breathed. “This blade looks so good. Can you fix it up for me before purchase? sharpen it, nothing vulgar since it is a gift.”

I had a ceramic blade and a decade of repressed, agonizing fury. I lunged out of the alcove, driven by pure survival instinct. I didn't aim for his armored heart; I went for the vulnerable gap at the back of his knee. The razor-sharp ceramic blade slid through the tactical fabric like it was thin silk, severing the tendon. The man buckled with a choked gasp, his scream cut short as Luciano turned with predatory speed and finished him with a single point-blank shot.

The latter was clad in a casual long sleeve shirt and blue jeans, gracely walking while flaunting his aviator glasses. She found herself gawking at the sight, unconsciously biting her lower lip. She felt her heart stirred up. “Bud! I’m glad you both came!” Rudy greeted the new comers. When she foreseen they'd look at her way, she immediately averted her gaze and walked out. ***

I remembered putting a small flashlight on the drawer beside the door and started walking towards it but due to the darkness, I stumbled upon a glass vase that fell on the floor and made a loud sound. The flashlight was so small and the battery was running out making it produce an extremely weak light—too weak to help me see clearly. Nevermind. With the small light I have, I walked towards the kitchen as fast as I could to get a knife. I need to make sure that I am safe in case something’s happening out there. I felt someone’s presence behind me as I immediately swung the knife at them but it hit no one, but the wind. Damn! He's fast! Or maybe he has someone with him?

Just a regular blade, meant for shaving the legs. The blade was small and harmless. But in that moment, it felt like the only way I could gain control of my life again. Something sharp, which would take this pain off my mind and help me decide. I stared into the mirror, at the mess of myself… lips swollen, eyes red, the fresh mark on my neck crusted with blood. I hated her! I hated how I looked, I hated the helpless bitch staring back at me. To an outsider’s eyes, she looked like someone who had been chosen and mated, but I knew the truth.

"Freeze! Hands on your head!" I drove the scalpel into Robert's heart, my rage drowning out his pathetic excuse.