Scud Blade Novels & Stories

A conniving woman like her, I knew she had already thought of something quick, and I was ready to hear it out! “How about we resort to something, big…” She said in a suggestive way and I reclined to hear her out. The waiter returned with our drinks and placed them on our table before showing us off, “How big?” “I remember Aldrich mentioning to his father about the partnership between Blade Inc. and CGC. Since you failed to find any dirt on CGC, how about we destroy their partnership?” I nodded urging her to continue,

"You put your hands on anything that's mine again, and I'll fucking end you." Viper looked at me, then at Jax. He looked like he wanted to kill us both. Then, a tall, lean guy from Jax's crew stepped up. Blade. He looked at Viper with a chilling calm. "You know very well what to expect," Blade said quietly. Viper actually flinched. He turned away and walked to his bike without another word. Bullet was laughing, shaking his head. "You were incredible, Scorpion! Absolutely...." "Expected," Blade interrupted. He crossed his arms and looked at Jax. "What do you expect when his father runs the...."

Reyes ducked, the blade cleanly slicing through the thick durasteel support pillar behind her as if it were made of warm butter. She countered, driving her scavenged combat knife toward the Striker's neck joint. CLANG. The harmonic blade flicked up, entirely severing the thick iron blade of Reyes’s knife. "They're too fast!" Reyes grunted, falling backward as the Striker delivered a devastating, hydro-pressurized kick to her chest plate, sending her sliding across the smart-glass floor. The Striker didn't pursue her. Its featureless, black-visored head snapped toward the plush synthetic couches. It had identified the highest-value targets: the unconscious, glowing Code-Born kids.

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

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

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

While we were eating blade discussed with Linda about some pack issues but what caught my attention was the dead bodies being dropped at the pack border. " Is that why kaid hasn't been around? I asked no one in particular. " Yeah.... it's causing quite a bit of an head..., ahh! Ahh! blade wanted saying but suddenly groaned. " Hey! Why are you stepping on my toes?" He yelled at Linda. Scot his other twin hit him with a spoon on his forehead, shaking his head; read the room he reprimanded him. Scot is the quiet twin while blade is bubbly but they are both nice . Yesterday, when Linda introduced me to them they welcomed me immediately making my anxious heart feel at ease.

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.

Mathin parried. And suddenly Scy was there, a katana-like energy blade weaving like St. Elmo’s fire, interfering with the monster’s blade and luring it away while Mathin freed himself. Balanced on one foot, Mathin withdrew his own gun and stood ready to aid should Scy need it.

"What is that...?" Careful now no longer to examine the pass in the back of him that stood at his height, Anna grew to become her gaze away and inquired. "The pass-fashioned sacred sword, the 'The Scared Cross Blade.' Just by elevating it, regular vampires can be immobilized. Its blade is likewise very sharp. Its most effective flaw is it is too heavy. Probably 30kg." "I have researched crosses in my line of work, yours... A weapon? And the holiness it carries... Very notable."