The Blacksmith Daredevil Novels & Stories

These warriors were all extremely powerful. For a while, Regis’ group was at a disadvantage. Their warriors had died one after another at the hands of these people. If the current situation continued, Regis’s group would soon lose the war. “Who dares to jeopardize my White family?” At this moment of pressing urgency, an angry roar sounded. The blacksmith, one of the Munro Rangers, rushed to the battlefield in the dark of night at breakneck speed, with an iron blade in his hands. It just so happened that one of the ancient martial arts world warriors was about to slaughter his opponent, but that blacksmith had arrived before him.

she looked at me and I nodded. "My Uncle Bruce was a member of the Demon Riders MC." she added quietly. Joker gasped along with Blade while Dom, Decker, Jaden and Ash looked confused. Thrash closed his eyes and muttered a curse. "Who are the Demon Riders?" Dom demanded. "Yeah, I've never heard of them and we've had business with every MC in the area." Decker added.

I screamed as I cut another rogue down. The Blackstone warriors are using their gifts to restrain the rogues with vines and cut each one down. Others are sending blasts their way and causing them to snap their spines against trees, and then I see Aiden pummeling through the sea of rogues that are trying to overtake Ironclaw.

Her lids had already begun to half close and Damascus could feel that their time together on this Earth was coming to an end. Before Damascus could react, a dark shadow emerged out of the trees and crossed the highway. Damascus had tried to slow down too quickly for the speed that he was going and the 321-horsepower beast beneath him began a deadly wobble. The death wobble so they called it. Damascus attempted to keep control but in the end the machine did what it wanted and flew. Ejecting its rider in the process.

"You've danced with devils far scarier than Glacier. This is kid's play for you, isn't it?" Silver Night's heart raced. "How did you…" Hadn't all that evidence been torched? Black Hawk's grin was all show, no soul. "Silver Night, I wouldn't have dragged you here if I didn't know you had the chops. Don't bother playing coy with me." That sent a shiver down Silver Night's spine. He got it now—Black Hawk was way more hardcore than Ethan ever was.

I grabbed him by the back of his collar and yanked him out, recognizing him at once in the dim lighting. It was the videographer from Billy's gang who had slipped through the net. He was the mastermind behind everything online, editing videos maliciously and manipulating the online trolls to attack me. He went completely berserk after I dragged him out. He pulled a sharp, spring-loaded dagger, roaring as he tried to take me down with him. I stepped to the side, neatly dodging his blade. Then, I slammed the heavy wrench into his wrist. There was a loud crack, as well as the sound of bone breaking that sent shivers down one's spine.

I stood frozen outside my apartment while my neighbors peeked through half-open doors, pretending not to stare then a groan sounded behind me and I remembered Damian. I looked down and saw him pushing himself upright from the floor, one hand clutching his jaw. The second he fully sat up, anger exploded inside me. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snapped. He laughed bitterly, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. “So your biker fuck buddies knock me unconscious now? Nice.” “Don’t start.” “Is this what I deserve after everything I did for you?” he shouted. I winced immediately as his voice echoed through the hallway, now the neighbors really had a show.

replied, “Good, I prefer a quick fight.” The group surrounded me, raising their iron rods to strike at me with all their might. With a swift motion, I slashed my dagger across their wrists, using my last ounce of strength to push myself off the ground and kick towards them. Thud! Several of them fell to the ground. Suddenly, a rumbling sound echoed nearby. “Not good, someone’s coming! Let’s go!” More than a dozen men in black jumped off the truck, but just as they were about to escape, a blinding light shone down on them. A group of armed individuals aimed their dark guns at the men, while a helicopter hovered above. A tall, stern-looking man stepped out of a vehicle. An overwhelming pressu

"It's just because I keep thinking back to that moment and it makes me so mad..." "Well stop thinking about it. You'll only get furious the more you meditate on it." I stabbed my fork into the salad. "No shit!". "Are you still going to push through with the dare"? I stared dagger at my salad, poor thing didn't deserve my terror, but it was the only substitute. I thought about what happened during the last few hours, and yes, I still wanted to push through with the stupid dare. Reason one is that I had invested too much just to let it go and reason two, someone needed to put the both of them in their place, and I pledge to be that someone.

"No? Ha! This kid doesn't get it, does he? "Boys! Show him what we've got!" The bikers raised their weapons. A few even lit Molotov cocktails. Jake watched the guns pointed at him—and instead of fear, he felt something else. Amusement. "They want to pop my tires? Not a chance." Just as everyone expected the lone driver to surrender—to grovel, to beg—the black RV erupted. ROOOOAAAAR—!!! The beast came alive. Jake slammed it into Drive and floored it, straight at the dirt bike blocking his path.