The Blacksmith Daredevil Novels & Stories

They were members of the Iron Claws, mercenaries who reeked of dried blood and ancient hatred. “Dante Blackwood has a refined taste for weak spots,” hissed the one who seemed to lead the trio, a man with yellowish eyes and scars that looked like teeth marks on his neck. “Let’s see how he reacts when we send you back to him in pieces.” The man advanced with an agility that defied gravity. Helena retreated, but the gravel betrayed her. Before the attacker’s hand could close around her neck, the world exploded in a roar of metal and fury. Dante’s motorcycle leaped from the side embankment, colliding with one of the aggressors in mid-air. The impact was brutal, a sound of bones breaking that ech

Have I told you about old Dick, now "Only three hundred times." Every man at Castle Black had heard Ulmer's tales of the great outlaw band of yore; of Simon Toyne and the Smiling Knight, Oswyn Longneck the Thrice-Hanged, Wenda the White Fawn, Fletcher Dick, Big Belly Ben, and all the rest. Searching for escape, Sweet Donnel looked about and spied Sam standing in the muck. "Slayer," he called. "Come, show us how you slew the Other." He held out the tall yew longbo

One year ago… I shouldn’t be here… My eyes narrowed on his tattooed knuckles as his grip tightened over the motorbike handlebars. And not just any motorbike. It was a freaking Ducati Panigale V4 R. I didn’t know what made my body burn hotter. The beauty of the metal gleaming beneath the lights or the beast of a man sitting on it. Holy shit. I was standing inches from Darius Monroe–aka the Savage–in the blazing hot, over six-foot tall, golden, muscular flesh!

"I wonder who's stronger? Him? Or that young man just now?" "I don't care! I'll sleep with whoever wins the fight tonight!" "I'm so glad I came to the right place today!" Black Bjorn was one of the Four Fighters under Benedict, and that certainly meant that he was an extraordinary fighter. Damian had managed to defeat all of his henchmen with ease, but Black Bjorn wasn't scared. On the contrary, he was excited and very amused by it. Black Bjorn cracked his knuckles and wrists, popping his joints as he strode toward Damian with an oppressive presence.

Damian’s deep voice cut through the chaos like a knife. I turned my head sharply, spotting him striding toward me with a determined expression. Flanked by two of his ever-present bodyguards, he looked out of place among the grease-stained mechanics and roaring engines. “What are you doing here?” I demanded, irritated by his sudden appearance. His gaze darted to my car, then back to me, a hint of worry in his usually composed demeanor. “This track is dangerous. I’ve read the reports. The modifications—” “I know what I’m doing,” I interrupted, my tone sharp. “I’ve raced on worse.”

Andrius and Noir saw who the person was. It was the Black Hawk, whom they had just rescued from the Dragon’s Dungeon! “Hmph!” Noir was instantly furious. They spent so much time and effort, and Andrius even risked being targeted by Registus to successfully rescue the Black Hawk without a hitch, but he started beating people up instead... Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable!

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

She dangled them before his face. “You’ve been a naughty boy, Thaddeus Black,” she said. “Are you ready to be tied up and face your punishment?” Thad chuckled. “You just reminded me of something an old friend once told me. Want to hear it?” “Do tell.” “He said, and I quote, ‘never you believe whatever the preachers say. When the Devil comes to you, it’s going to be a she in high heels,’ end quote. That’s what you are to me right now.”

Who knew how long I was going to be in this dark, smelly place without food or water. "Mother, please give me strength," I whispered slowly, trying to comfort myself, for I knew this was just the beginning of my journey. ...... "The girl, how's she?" A young man with stricken features asked as he adjusted himself on his chair. He was dressed in a black suit, which made him look like the devil. Damian was a hired mercenary, a merciless killer who had been trained for years to skillfully eliminate important figures in society. Merely looking at him, he appeared human, but being trained in the laboratory made him stronger, as he had undergone a series of experiments since he was a child.

“Ouch! Loud much.” I was making my way in and tippy-toed in hopes I’d spot Zach, Jason, or Erica. I was about to go around the group of people dancing when I suddenly heard a familiar beat. The DJ began to play, ‘Black Out Days by Phantogram’, one of my favorite songs, but you already know that. I stepped forward but then hesitated. What was stopping me? Nobody knew me. I was unrecognizable and I was Raven tonight. Raven the Daredevil, a rebel who loved speed. That was my persona when I would hop on my bike.