Novel & Cerita The Blade Itself Graphic Novel

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.

I wiped Blade’s skin, clearing away droplets of blood beading across its surface. “What’s got your panties twisted in a wad?” Blade asked, his dark eyes fixed on me. I exhaled a slow breath, but didn’t meet his stare. Instead, I kept my gaze locked on my masterpiece covering his bicep. “I don’t know. My wolf is feeling antsy,” I ground out in a low tone.

Lucian briefly answered, withholding some information. "Why is he not healing? I need to fully know what happened to him do I can know which treatment I'd give him" Chris instructed sternly. Lucian hesitated for a while, thinking whether to tell him or not. Then he looked at the two nurses who were quick to get the memo and they left. "What was he stabbed with?" Chris pried further. "An enchanted silver dagger" Lucian divulged, earning a gasp from Chris. "That's bad, really bad." Chris chanted, his face showing his worry.

with a scream, Zephyr fought through the pain and opened his eyes and stared straight into the painting. “Blade, the weapon of the nobles, the greats, the kings! “Blade, the Lion of which that all follows. As elegant and free flow as water, as gentle and carefree as falling leaves, as powerful and mighty as the hills… none are greater than thee! “Earth-shatterer bows before your might, I bow before your might, help me find my true calling!” Zephyr stared at the painting, chanting to himself, “Blades, nay, swords, were my favorite weapon after all! Within this painting holds great Focus of the Blade, unrelenting and unforgiving.

Blade’s shoulders slumped with helplessness and grief. He knew Jake for a long time. He’d been a strong man and a skilled warrior. Few could cross paths with him and manage to do so much damage. His gasping words echoed through Blade’s mind. Vampire, he’d gasped, choking on his blood as he collapsed in the foyer. D-Droves of them. Sharp Armor. Help!

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

He swiped my hands away, trying to cover his face. "That's enough!" His voice rose as he simultaneously raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. My face whipped to the side, my cheek screaming in pain, as my hands paused their attack at the strike of pain. Drake undid my pants and lifted off of me to pull them down. I snapped back to the fight and, without his weight upon me, used the opportunity to scramble from beneath him. I didn't need my stupid pants. I needed the gun. I scrambled to my feet and made another run for it.

The thoughts… they rumble in my head that there is nothing clear I can open up. “Adira…” I twitched at the soft melodious voice that suddenly rang out in the air. My gaze then starts to meander from side to side in search of whom did that come from. “Come out who you are.” “Adira… you are the blade.” “Who are you?”

“Awesome really awesome. Crimson blade is really great! You receive a great beat for a while ago and have wound everywhere, yet still have this strength left. But now, you were poisoned.” Zitrey replied monotonously, “Poison can’t kill me.” Slicer laughed, “Ah, I forgot you were a high ranker, just how great your body was. A perfect machine for those geezers indeed.” But in all honesty, Zitrey know her body was already on the limit, she needs to rush up things. She holds Slicer hands strongly and slowly move it towards his body. The point of the blade was facing towards him. Zitrey was planning to stab him with it.