The Blade Itself Audiobook Novels & Stories

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

“AUGH! STOP PLEASE HAVE MERCY!” Mr. Travis called out in pain as the micro wind blades cut through him. Even as a practitioner, he had no defense for such treatment. Blake waved, and the void cut was sealed, leaving Mr. Travis gasping for breath. He seemed to have entered hell, his flesh being stripped away atom by atom.

food. As he spoke, a series of sounds kept coming from the sickle. In the crackling sound, cracks as thin as hair appeared on the thick rust. "This blade... I used to... call it... Flame Severing...." "Flame Severing!" Almost at the same time, the guy in armor in the distance also roared. There was surprise, panic, and fear in his voice. "No! Why is this thing still here?" With a roar, the guy rushed toward Caspian.

The chains also dangled to make a deep sorrowful and pain-felt sound in the background. "Now I shall have the strength of an angel altogether and rule as a god before these competitors owning half of my city!" Blade stormed full of ecstasy and with his arms spread a little higher above his shoulders, he grunted but still hungered to be satisfied while having his tongue roll around his lips, to the lower part of his beard and to his moustache.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

Using its slumped form as leverage, I sprinted up its back, jumped, and drove my sword down between its shoulder and neck with everything I had. The blade sank deep, slicing through flesh and bone. A final roar tore from its throat, echoing across the mountains. Then silence. It fell face-first into the snow with a sickening crack, black blood hissing where it touched the ground. We stood over the body—Rhett in wolf form panting, blood matted in his fur. Aurelia was glowing with power, her hair dancing like flame in the wind. Me—still armored, still buzzing with magic not entirely my own.

“I would carry you, but my side hurts pretty bad.” “What happened?” Alec stood up slowly. “A really bad man stabbed me with a knife.” Keisha’s eyes grew to the size of nickels “Whoa.” “Alec,” Lana whispered with worry. “It’s okay. I got this,” Alec said as he took Keisha’s hand. They started walking toward the stairs. “Yeah, but it’s okay. He won’t be bothering anybody again.” “Well, that’s good,” Keisha said. “Are you a policeman?”

“That enough explaining for you?” “Rafe,” I snarled. “And half his army.” I twisted the throttle harder, ignoring the fire in my side. “We break through.” “You’re out of your damn mind.” “Got a better plan?” Blade’s silence was answer enough. The laugh came again. Not from ahead, not from behind—this time it rode the wind itself, threading through the engines, curling around my skull. Blade jerked like he’d felt it too. “That wasn’t human.”

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

One moved toward the entrance, another to the emergency exit and a third began opening cases, scanning through the valuables they had already gathered. Blade stepped down from the stage. Closer now. Raina’s breath hitched. Her grip on Aaron’s hand became desperate. “I said nobody gets hurt,” Blade said, voice low, as he walked past trembling guests. “But if one more person tests my patience… I’ll make an example.” The room seemed to hold its breath. Then Blade stopped… right in front of them. Raina couldn’t breathe. She felt the barrel of his stare even through the mask. He looked at Aaron, then at her, very slowly and calculated.