The Blacksmith Daredevil Novels & Stories

Had he done so, their lives may have taken a different turn. He was exceptionally talented and seemed to attract trouble effortlessly. Challenged by a dare, he ventured into hacking secure websites and got caught. Despite his actions, his remarkable skills led the government to view him more as a valuable resource than a danger, recognizing that X was a good person deep down. At that time, I was already spending time with him, Matt, and Tom, yet I chose not to interfere. Instead, I became his closest companion, mirroring what Grace had done for Rei.

He looked at the woman in black leather armor and reminded her, “Blossom, don't be careless. You underestimate the Black Dragon’s strength.” Rumble! Suddenly the ground shook with a loud rumble. The crowd turned toward the sound. The source of it was a short man—only 156cm tall. Although he was relatively short, the ground trembled with his heavy footsteps. Every step he took sounded like the ground was being crushed underneath his feet. “I, Solomon Tate, swear to kill the Black Dragon if he dares to show himself here.” “That’s the spirit!” At the same time, another gruff voice boomed from another direction.

The rival scrambled for cover, pulling his own weapon. “You think you can just take her?” Damien roared, voice echoing through the warehouse. He advanced through the gunfire, a predator unleashed. A bullet grazed his arm, but he didn’t slow. He tackled the last guard, slamming his head against concrete until it cracked, then turned the pistol on the rival. The man froze, gun trembling in his hand. “You don’t understand,” the blackmailer spat, blood trickling from a cut on his forehead. “I have dead man’s switches. Videos auto-upload if I don’t check in”

“Mandy, you can’t be serious!” “Oh, she’s serious as a heart-attack!” a booming voice with deep dulcet tones echoed in the tavern. I spun around. Behind me stood a 6ft, terrifying giant. I recognized him immediately. Dexter. One of the most terrifying bikers I’d ever seen and the leader of the Devils. He had a long scar on his face. Clad in black throughout, his gun hung from his waist. He had an aura of darkness, meanness, death followed him wherever he went. I’d heard stories of the towns he had ravished.

Ethan Ford’s dare was: [Choose any girl here and kiss her for three minutes. Make sure it’s a French kiss!] The next second, Ethan’s eyes fixed on my girlfriend, Clara Sutton, who was sitting beside me. Everyone followed his gaze. Among them were glances eager for entertainment. Reason told me Clara would never agree. She was always so fastidious. But my emotions tightened like a coil, my right hand clenched into a fist. Ethan strode straight toward me.

I question. “You’re upset about something,” he suggests gently. “My mother is really sick, and everyone’s saying she won’t live much longer, I’m scared because I don’t want to be alone. But your story did help me to not feel so bad,” I say with a small smile. “I’m sorry,” he says. “You never told me your name,” I say carefully. “My name is Neron Black. I’m a blacksmith who works in the city. What’s your name, little man?” He asks, bending down to my level.

“What did Ferraro say to you?” The words stuck in my throat. How did I tell the man I loved that his father had bartered him like livestock? That his childhood torture had been premeditated? I reached for him, my fingers brushing his wrist He flinched. He flinched. Damien Blackstone, who’d faced down armed mercenaries without blinking, who’d leapt into freezing water to save me, who’d built an empire from nothing flinched at his wife’s touch. Because he knew.