The Blacksmith Daredevil Novels & Stories

Most parents wanted to talk about their kids but Lily’s dad seemed not to want to talk to her at all. Just when she was losing hope of seeing him, the sound of a motorcycle shook the building. She watched the man getting off the huge black Harley looked like something from a bad dream. He was tall and wide, he walked with a lot of confidence, his dark hair was pulled back, and even from far away, she could see the tattoos on his arms like sleeves. "Are you the teacher?" His voice was rough as he approached which made her want to step back. "Ms. Vance," she said. She put her hand out with a fake smile. "Thank you for coming, Mr. Miller. Please, have a seat."

This was who she was—not the polished society wife, not the scared girl who'd run away, but this woman who had found her way back to herself through struggle and choice and love. "Then let's ride." She brushed a quick kiss across his lips before pulling away. "Axel will have a fit if we're late for the group photo." Outside, their bikes waited side by side in the driveway—Duke's custom Harley and her rebuilt Sportster, both gleaming in the morning sun. Six months of work had transformed the once-junker into a machine that turned heads, that reflected its owner in every custom detail. As they rode toward the town center, Valentina felt the now-familiar exhilaration that came with controlling

"No way. The almighty Dante. I didn't know he had a son" "He just got back from his vacation to Vegas. That's the news. But we all know what went down was something different. He's here to complete his studies. He does modeling on the side because he's ridiculously good-looking... You follow" she asked, trying to drive her point across. It still doesn't explain her nastiness towards me but I'll wave it away since she won't be competing. "Well I'm not going to back out from a dare, my dear friend. I'll win that money, after that, I dump his ass and if Arielle still wants him, then she can have him". Arianna burst out laughing, almost choking on the Cheetos.

“Is this the welcome committee?” “This is the peanut gallery,” Ryder muttered. “Ignore them.” I realised he had employed more guys from the Hellfire MC. That was good. At least, they'd get a salary every month. Ryder led me past the garage toward the showroom, where the polished bikes stood like art pieces. I caught sight of TB... the Tessa Bishop bike... from last week, front and center behind the glass partition. “She’s a showstopper,” I whispered. “She’s not the only one,” Ryder said, nudging me gently.

After saying that, we all watched with curiosity as he crouched, built a pit, arranged dried wood into the pit and struck a flint that brought fire to life. Sparks leaped and flame spread. He placed the iron on it, and a minute later, it was glowing red, hissing as it bent beneath hammer and stone. The forge rose from nothing. Sparks kissed the air, and sweat glistened on their foreheads, sharp edges forming from sharp rock. Drake lifted one and looked at all of us with admiration. You have all done amazingly well. With these as your claws, you'll fight with these at day. Together with the bows, you are no longer prey.

Damien Vale—stone-hearted billionaire, man who claimed he couldn’t feel—had just admitted the unthinkable. And that made him more dangerous than ever.

The only light that brightened up the place was the light of the flames he worked with, and the sound of hammering could be heard from inside. “Wow, that came out looking really good,” he said, staring at the piece of metal being hammered. “I know, right? I want to create the sharpest, strongest sword ever made in the history of mankind. A sword capable of cutting through a steel block with a small amount of swing force,” Vincent’s apprentice said with a smile as he used his thongs to put the metal back into the forge; his name was Darwin. Darwin had black hair, bright orange eyes, and was just 19 years old.

Damn! "It's not a big deal." "Not a big deal? Maya do you know who runs the Iron Wolves?" "Some guy named Dominic." "Dominic Blackwood. As in the Dominic Blackwood who goes here." Riley sat down on Maya's desk chair pushing the clothes onto the floor. "Please tell me you didn't get involved with him." "I'm not involved with anyone. My bike broke down. His club fixed it. That's literally all that happened." "Dominic Blackwood doesn't just fix random people's bikes out of the goodness of his heart." Riley leaned forward like she was about to share classified information. "He's bad news Maya. Like really bad news."

“Our local blacksmith is a very mysterious Slayer, full of surprises, but a good fellow. He isn’t from around here but everybody adores him just the same. Oh, and have I mentioned he’s blind?” “Blind?!” Temujin and Aki echoed. “Oh yes, that’s right. Completely, I’m afraid. I wouldn’t challenge him to a spar though on account of that, for he can put any able-bodied Slayer to shame. Also, he very much prefers a simple and private life.” “Oh, I’ve heard of this blacksmith,” Sasha jumped in. “He’s the one who makes most of the blue Slayer suits by cooking the tree-drops in a stove. Somehow he knows how to combine fire and wind techniques.”

​The iron lever in Damian’s hand made a sickening thud as it connected with the technician’s shoulder, a sound that resonated through the cramped metal locker. Adrenaline is a liar it convinced Damian he wasn't bleeding out, and it convinced me I could take on a professional mercenary with a tin plate.