The Blacksmith Daredevil Novels & Stories

she felt so much offended by the choice of the crowd and planning to order now But before she shouts, a man from the building showed himself, wearing black Sando, black tattered slacks and coat, wrap around his waist; wielding a head size hammer. The man spoke and with his threatening words made everyone feels suffocated. “try to pull your trigger and every one of you will die”. wearing his usual smile sarcastically. The man was their only blacksmith. The creator of their weapons! PHIL!

“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.”

Still, he understood the need for armor. The blacksmith was like his smithy, big, scorched, and black. One of his eye lids was scalded shut, leaving him with only one eye to work with. But it seemed it did nothing to hinder his work. If he was less efficient for it, Sethlzaar could only wonder just how efficient he would've been when he had both eyes.

The clang of fists on flesh echoed through the training grounds, a brutal rhythm under the moon’s silver gaze. Damien Blackfang’s knuckles split open as he drove his fist into the chest of the hulking enforcer before him. The man staggered, wheezing, blood spattering onto the dirt. But Damien didn’t pause. His body moved like wildfire, each strike a crackling spark of fury, each movement honed from years of relentless drills.

“Then she proved to be very valuable indeed. The tape that little fucker made, Danny, Duke, something or other. It had my daughter on it, and he tried to blackmail me with the tape, threatened to expose my daughter to the town. I figured I could use it for myself. I don’t know, I found it, and made sure you didn’t get what you wanted, Eagle. You got everything. You got the club, the respect, but I got the one thing you always wanted. I got the woman, and I knew it killed you inside to know you’d failed and I had won.”

Damien sat on a sofa, his gaze shifting from Layla's face to fully focus on Cassius. "I'm a blacksmith. I heard you have a lot of vampires in your midst, and I want to trade here," Cassius explained. Damien remained silent, his gaze fixed on Cassius. "You will receive a higher percentage of all profits," he added. Damien stared at the floor, then slowly looked up, nodding his head with a smirk. "You must really think I'm a fool to lie to my face!" Damien bellowed, causing Cassius to shudder. "You have one last chance to tell me who you really are and who sent you."

The day after I proposed to my fiancée, she sent me a message out of nowhere saying it was over. I called her over and over, frantic, but she hung up every time. I sent message after message, and she read every one without replying. I even went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was not until I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and white as a sheet, that I finally saw a new social media post from her childhood friend. [Only Ellery would actually go through with it. She drew the dare to dump her fiancé cold—no explanation, nothing—and she really did it. Absolute legend!] I read it, then replied to her message: [Got it.]

As my eyes adjusted, I could make them out. Oh, thank god. It was them. Damon, Colt and Blaze! Travis’s biker brothers! The actual reason I hadn’t been mugged or worse a hundred times over…! The punks puffed up, ready for a fight. “This is a private party, assholes,” the leader spat, pulling a switchblade. “Piss off.” Damon took another step into the light. I saw the moment they recognized him and their bravado shattered into a million pieces as the switchblade wavered. Mikey took a step back, his weaselly face pale.

Ralph then frowned “Azz is smarter than me though…” “Really?” “Yeah, Azz is one of the wisest demons around.” I looked straight into his eyes with a serious tone, “But who is Azz really? He told me that he was a blacksmith of sorts, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard of blacksmiths who save lives.” He seemed astonished, “Wow! You catch on quick!” The boy then looked more serious than before, “You must not repeat this with outsiders, understand?” “Okay??”

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!