The Blacksmith Daredevil Novels & Stories

— declared the red-haired blacksmith. — You'll have more time to work for us! You stay here until breakfast, don't you? — asks the skinny long-bearded blacksmith whom I give the coal bag. — I will do my best to help! —I answer and give the gray-haired blacksmith the copper bag. — With men missing, even half a man already helps! — He answers. I now had my anvil and hammer. My task was just to put pieces together and heat the metals, but I have to admit that a blacksmith's job is very cool! Turning the iron rod into a sword or shield is difficult and tiring, but cool.

But for the noisy engine of the old truck, they had ridden in human silence for a while along a serene route almost void of human presence. The boy ought to have been skeptical, unfortunately, he wasn't since the beggar was kind enough to free him from the real danger. "What ya name, kid?" The young blond said nothing at first as his brain calculated, analyzed, and concluded. "Greene." "Greene," he repeated as if testing the temperature of the water before doing his business. "Why that?" Again, he asked.

The man thankfully nods his head, seeming to understand my request to keep this short and simple. "The Daredevil had taken on the Hammer. She was undefeated, so all of us were dying to see who would actually win this fight. She actually looked like she was about to win when she suddenly froze. The Hammer didn't waste a second and pounded her so hard into the ground that she immediately lost consciousness." I go to say something; however, the man rushes on.

Raptor POV As my hands clenched in a primal rage, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins. The urge to take action consumed me, but I knew I had to channel it before confronting the despicable individual known as Breaker. Gripping the woman tightly against me, I locked eyes with him, a piercing glare that conveyed my unyielding defiance. This man was a deranged monster, and if we had been alone, I would have ensured he never laid a hand on another woman again. The whispers spoke of his heinous acts, how he had violated and brutalized Slammer's Old Lady's innocent daughter. It was the very reason for tonight's gathering, a meeting shrouded in dark intentions.

But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”

The kind of tension born from months of relentless training. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, big man. Yeah, your muscles show you’re a fighter, but your demeanor doesn’t.” I stare at him, trying to understand where he’s coming from. “Get the hell out!” he roars to the prisoners expecting a second drama. The prisoners scatter, leaving just the two of us… and a few of his men. “I said leave!” he barks again, and the remaining ones disappear from the bathroom. “This prison is home to murderers, rapists, and violent offenders of every kind. Blackridge is a fire meant to purge them of their iniquities… or burn them in it.”

Someone screamed again. Damien fought like violence had been waiting under his skin for years. Controlled. Brutal. Terrifying. Every strike landed with purpose. Every movement put his body between mine and the thing hunting me. No hesitation. No wasted motion. No mercy. This was what Black Hollow followed. Not the man who once stole fries off my plate. Not the boy who kissed me under bridges. This. The alpha with blood on his hands and murder in his mouth. The creature twisted beneath him and slashed across his ribs.

he said with calm authority, and finally increased his pace, driving into me with quick, sharp thrusts that pushed me higher and higher toward the peak I so desperately craved. When he finally came inside me, burying himself deep and flooding my womb with his hot release to mingle with Kael's, I fell apart around him with a scream that echoed through the sacred grove. The other warriors groaned with obvious appreciation at the sight, their hands moving faster on their straining cocks in anticipation of their turns. Cade the master blacksmith was next, and he lifted me from the altar like I weighed absolutely nothing at all, his massive arms easily supporting my weight as if I were a feather.

Doubting if she is even attracted to me. But Naomi surprises me when her next words leave her mouth. " I'm sorry to say this Mr. Black, but you don't always get to have whatever thing you want. And nothing's gonna make me want you, not even your sleek, sweet, dirty lines." Damn. Talk about a boner killer.

And then, with one final crash, they were inside. Darius's men poured through like wolves — faces hidden behind iron masks, laughter sharp as knives. I swung my hammer once, caught one square in the jaw — teeth and blood spraying — but there were too many. They slammed me to the floor, pressing my face into the dirt. Emily screamed. My daughters cried. And then he stepped in. Darius. Calm. Smiling. Like a man about to enjoy a fine meal. "You should've made me what I asked for, blacksmith," he said softly, almost kindly. "You could've been a rich man. Instead…" His eyes flicked to my wife and daughters. "Now your family will pay for your mistake."