Novel & Cerita Shannon Lee Blade

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."

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

Hannah appeared at the bottom of the staircase, hair slightly mussed, looking like someone who has been caught somewhere they didn’t expect to be caught. Lilly’s mouth fell open. “Hannah?” Hannah’s face went through several shades of embarrassed in rapid succession. “This is — okay, this is not what it looks like—” Blade appeared behind her, rubbing the back of his neck with the expression of someone deciding whether honesty or denial was the better strategy. Zane leaned back, arms crossed, grinning at the entire situation with enormous and unhidden delight. “Well,” he said. “This is a development.”

“By the way, I saw your latest artwork. It was good but it would have been better if you didn’t do it in the public bathroom. There’s the congress and senate, Basti. “Had you fed in those places, I probably wouldn’t have a problem with it. I would even happily hand over some of the congressmen and the senators to you including your daddy dearest.” Blade’s eyes narrowed as he grabbed my neck and lifted me with just one hand. The more I try to free myself, the more his grip tightens. “But you failed to do that.” Steven and Leo tried attacking him but with just one look, the two dropped on the ground, screeching from pain.

One moved toward the entrance, another to the emergency exit and a third began opening cases, scanning through the valuables they had already gathered. Blade stepped down from the stage. Closer now. Raina’s breath hitched. Her grip on Aaron’s hand became desperate. “I said nobody gets hurt,” Blade said, voice low, as he walked past trembling guests. “But if one more person tests my patience… I’ll make an example.” The room seemed to hold its breath. Then Blade stopped… right in front of them. Raina couldn’t breathe. She felt the barrel of his stare even through the mask. He looked at Aaron, then at her, very slowly and calculated.

But honestly, the kid had talent, and I couldn’t help but wonder what life would throw at him when someone would see just how good his art could be. Blade Miller, was the fourth sibling and only nine months younger than Skye, making them both 26 years old. I mean, talk about a surprise baby right there when our mom got pregnant when Skye had only been a newborn baby. Blade was a thrill seeker with a passion for the extreme, which was probably why he had chosen to become a firefighter in the first place. From a very young age, Blade had always been searching for the next adrenaline rush. I guess Blade growing up into an adult, had not put out the fire in the man himself. Not at all.

Shannon moved behind Dominic’s mother silently, holding something—a poisoned blade. “SHANNON! STOP!” I screamed. But she couldn’t hear me. I watched helplessly as she drove the blade into the woman’s back. Dominic’s mother collapsed, blood pooling beneath her. Shannon didn’t flinch. She simply wiped her hands and whispered: “Everything must belong to us.” Then she walked toward a cradle. Inside… was an infant. Liam. My breath caught. “Stop… please stop…” I whispered, tears burning my eyes. The scene dissolved. I was yanked again, this time into darkness.

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

" Slaughter walked in feeling himself as she jumped around with his childish body. Seeing him, Blade peed on his pants. He's heard about this man with a little body called Slaughter and heard that he was solely loyal to Alejandro. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that he would fall into his arms someday. Swing as Slaughter moved all over the place happy that he was about to cut parts of a human's body, Blade couldn't help but shiver in fright. "This man right here said he's Blade. I just want to be sure he's not sharper than the blades in your hands right now." Alejandro said as though he was having a normal conversation causing Blade's eyes to widen.

I snickered, waving a hand over my face. She held my shoulders tightly, not breaking eye contact. “I’m dead serious. I’ve done all the research I can in this world and i;ve never been more certain about a thing in my life than this. Blade is a werewolf and I'm his mate. They can have human mates too.”