Tau Fusion Blade Novels & Stories

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

signals as they passed. Suddenly, a "High-Frequency" beam cut through the snow. Volkov appeared—a "Muscular" silhouette draped in "Recycled" wolf-furs and "Sovereign" armor. He held a "Zero-Point" blade that hummed with a "Sociopathic" blue light.

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

I watched her intently trying to calm her. "I do," she whispered again. "Are you prepared to prove this with the customary blood oath?" I asked knowing what the answer is. "Yes," she once again whispered, this time holding out her other hand. Delmor stepped forward holding an ornate box that was obviously old. I gently lifted the top. I reached in, picking up the dagger. It was the dagger used when the pack was first created. It had been passed down through the generations, it was used any time a new member joined the pack. It was gold with a wolf's head on the handle. The wolf's eyes were like Aura's one was blue, and one was green. I hadn't thought about that until I was holding the dagger

She said, bringing the cup of tea to her lips. I was a bit surprised but then I decided that it was my chance to speak up. “Yes I do want an allyship with you actually.” “What do you have to offer?” She asked. “Millitary treaty. Galahad pack will never try to attack your pack and ursup it's power. Ever.” The Luna looked completely impressed, she leaned in with a smile, placing the cup aside. “What are the chances that you can do that for my pack? For goodness sake, the millitary token currently lies in Jacob's hands. I know that you do not have real power as the new bride.”

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.

Alphas can’t die. As if reading my thoughts, she smiled and this time it was more than a usual I-know-what you’re- thinking- smile. She showed her white teeth and make a ‘tusk’ sound and put her hand behind her back only to reveal a magnificent knife blade. My eyes widened knowing what it was. the blade of Zydus. The weapon to kill alphas. The very weapon who claimed the life of alpha Andrew and probably if the rumours are true, Derek's’ too.

Just me, silence, and a truth I couldn’t outrun. The blade was where I’d left it. Carefully hidden beneath a false floor tile and shrouded with cloth enchanted to dampen aura bleed. It wasn’t a standard weapon. This one had been gifted to me after the hybrid trials. Blood-forged. Custom-coded to react to the specific fingerprint of my aura signature. One of the only things that still felt real when the rest of my memories seemed to come and go like smoke.

"Be something that survives the blade." The magnetic seal locks. I sit in the dim light of the Faraday cage with my hand resting where his palm was, and the child's heartbeat still tuned to his frequency. The drugs are already losing ground—I can feel the silver threads pushing back against the amber weight in my veins. I reach into the bedpost and close my fingers around the Phantom Blade. The titanium needle begins to hum faintly, the silver light from my skin leaping onto the metal as though it recognizes it. He wants a weapon.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.