Sonya Blade Mkx Novels & Stories

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

He barked. Hissing, I mumbled, “I hope Mister Landers takes your head.” It was rather entertaining to watch Jaxon grow paranoid and pace the small area. He stopped suddenly, and his cold eyes fell on me. “Why do you carry a knife? Who are you, really?” “That's my dead father's weapon. I'm a Master of Blades, and I am mates with Alpha Austin Belmont,” I explained plainly.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.

“Blade is the youngest son of Huxleys, the last one who survived after the Spencers killed his own family.” My knees weakened and my body slumped to the floor. I couldn't stop shaking as I was becoming dazed. “No... No... Please tell me it's not true.” I saw Noah's feet approaching me and he came down to calm me down. “Blade is referring to the Spencers who took his family's life.” Anger welled up in my heart as I felt my blood rush to my head. “How did they do that to him? They are monsters…”

Blade was too focussed to talk and there was no mistaking the sinister look he was wearing as if he was somehow enjoying the chase. Ever so often his eyes shifted to the rearview mirror or out the car window checking out the enemy. A loud noise ripped through the air over the tumultuous sounds of the roaring engines and my heart palpitated loudly. It had been so quick I hadn't heard a word. Stretches of darkness flew by and the moon carried along with us, as the grass bowed as the Mustang streaked past. I glanced at the rearview mirror at the same time as Blade and glimpse what looked like a bull horn sticking out through the passenger side of the car's window. "BLADE COLLINS PULLOVER," the

"This one is very amazing. Give me additional details about it. The blacksmith who forged that specific weapon grinned proudly. "This is our masterwork, the height of our abilities, Alpha's son. It's made of the best steel, forging it to be very sharp, balanced, and long-lasting. It's a unique one and quite expensive. No one else has this kind of sword in the whole of Sunshine pack. Leo was impressed by the blacksmith's passion and commitment to their trade. He picked up the sword and tested its balance by feeling its weight. This was the weapon he had been waiting for, and it lived up to his hopes.

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

“For our leader.” Alex exhales slowly. “I didn’t ask to—” “We know,” Eve says. “That’s why they’re yours.” Mazikene unwraps the cloth. The blades catch the early light immediately. They’re a matched pair—slightly curved, long enough to demand respect but not so heavy they’d slow her. The steel is darkened, patterned subtly, like smoke trapped beneath the surface. The hilts are wrapped in deep red leather, worn in just enough places to suggest they were meant to be held, not displayed.

Blade’s knife gleamed under the dim light, his body tense, every muscle coiled like a predator ready to strike. I swallowed hard, my eyes darting toward the corner of the garage where the sound had come from. “Tell me that was a rat,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Too heavy for a rat,” Blade muttered without looking at me. His grip tightened around the handle. “Show yourself.” The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Then another sound—closer this time. Cruz groaned, trying to sit up. “No—stay behind me, Nova.” I pressed him down firmly. “You can’t even lift your head without wincing. Don’t you dare try to play the hero right now.”