Scud Blade Novels & Stories

I rounded up my story "You're really evil ,you're a devil" Whitney yelled and I slapped her "No!! Don't you dare touch her you bastard" Jack yelled jerking on the chair "Don't worry lover boy, you'll get to watch more of this" I said and took a heated knife I held Whitney face in place and began moving the knife close to her face. "No stop please don't hurt her" Jack kept yelling I grinned and sliced Whitney face with the hot knife, she cried out in pain as blood gushed outta her cheek

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

the woman who had traded the stars for the soil. ​Kael stood on the jagged cliffs of Graham Island, his eyes—a striking, unclouded hazel—fixed on the horizon. At nineteen, he was a scout of the fourth generation. He wore a tunic of woven cedar bark and a tactical vest that had been patched so many times the original camouflage was a ghost. On his hip hung a "Hush-Blade"—a piece of obsidian-edged steel that didn't vibrate, didn't hum, and didn't leave a trace.

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."

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 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.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.