Scud Blade 2 Novels & Stories

Mist blade leapt into my grip—weightless, cold, alive. Shard flew from pedestal, slamming into the fuller. 47 hellebores merged—black silver weaving into mist steel. Progenitor hearts orbited, pulsing. Ruby heart sank into hilt—Remy’s coyote essence. Amethyst heart sank into guard—wolf-cousin bond. Crown HUD exploded: HELLEBORE BLADE 2.0 ACQUIRED │ ├─ Form: Katana / Mistblade ├─ Charge: 100% (spring-water)

He quickly straddled Eric and started throwing punches left and right. It looked so painful that I felt my own face twinge. Eric finally stopped fighting back, too tired to resist, and that's when the punches stopped. "Scram!" Eric got up, wobbling, and looked at me. "Wendy, you've loved me since high school. Was that all just a lie? Can you really stand there and watch him destroy my company?"

Claws extended, he raked the underbelly of a second attacker, spilling hot entrails onto the dirt. I gripped my blade tighter, forcing myself forward. The power surged again, but I directed it toward the enemy, slashing at a human rebel who swung a club at my head. The blade connected with unnatural speed, severing his arm at the elbow. He screamed, dropping, and I pressed on, the bond feeding me glimpses of Isaak's and Rhaedon's positions, their strikes syncing with mine despite the chaos. But the fear spread like wildfire. An allied wolf, a sleek silver female, snarled at me as I passed, her eyes wide with something close to terror. She turned away, joining the retreat as more rocks fell,

He couldn’t let that happen. “Dual blades: Singular Thrusts: Hundre–“ Quinn caught the blade in his hand, just before the attack was unleashed. His copy frowned. “I was sure I knocked you out with that one.”, He said, jumping away. Quinn’s eyes were still closed when he stood back up, and the copy wasted no time in attacking him. “Try dodging this!” he said, as a hundred after images attacked him at once, each performing Multiple Singular Thrusts. Quinn opened his eyes, an a wave of energy exploded from him. The afterimages disappeared and Quinn reached out into empty space, bringing out a scythe.

The day before our wedding, my fiance, Brandon Foster, and his girl bestie pulled out their wedding certificate at the casino. Brandon shrugged as he said, "It's just a joke—we'll be divorced tomorrow, and everyone knows that Wanda and I are strictly platonic." Wanda Stiles, however, was smiling provokingly. "Come on—they say marriage is sacred, so you guys can quit gawking already and hand us our wedding presents!" Everyone around the table laughed, with someone saying, "Alright! I own a business in the West End, and you can have it for your wedding… if you beat me at the dice game. Table rules." I didn't argue and merely sat at the table, smiling faintly as I met Brandon's frown. "The

“Not scavengers. Engineers.” Blade scanned the implants with his wrist reader. “No local signature. This tech’s not ours, not any pack’s. Looks… military.” “Black Sun?” I asked. He hesitated. “Their old design language, yeah—but upgraded. Cleaner. Smarter.” Ghost grimaced. “Guess someone picked up their scraps after we burned them down.” I leaned closer to the dying wolf. Its eye flickered—one blue, one red. For a heartbeat, I thought I saw recognition there. Then its jaw opened in a twitching rictus, and the voice that came out wasn’t its own.

“Maddox! You should’ve stayed buried. Now we finish what your father started.” Cruz stepped forward, gun raised. “If you want me, here I am. But you’re not touching them.” Blade’s laugh was cold, sharp. “Big words for a man standing against an army.” Cruz glanced sideways. “You scared?” “Hell yes,” Blade smirked. “But scared doesn’t mean I won’t spill blood.” The leader’s voice cut through the night again. “You’ve got two choices, Cruz. Surrender yourself… or watch them die.”