The Last Blade Game Novels & Stories

“Then we end it first.” I flinched, tightening my hold on my daughter. “What does that mean?” “It means,” Blade said, leaning in, his gaze burning, “we stop playing defense. We stop running. We take the fight to him. You think Cruz’s brother will ever quit? He won’t. The only way this ends is when he’s in the ground.” I swallowed hard, bile rising in my throat. “You’re talking about killing him.” Blade’s silence was answer enough.

"So, if there's any grudge, settle it with them. Please don't involve us!" They desperately tried to distance themselves from Prospera Corporation. Before they could finish, Blade casually drew a dagger from his waist and slit an old man's throat. Blood gushed out as life fled his body. "Fuck it! I'm killing you old bastards! Do you think I didn't see what happened earlier? Bunch of turncoats! If Frederick and everyone else find you annoying, so do I!" Blade then declared impatiently, "If none of you have any connections with the company, you can all die!"

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

“Blade-“ “Stop trying to control me with your words, with your kisses, and caresses! In the end, you are just like your mother, Katniss! I am done with your manipulation! Say your prayers now. I will make sure to send you to hell tonight where you and your two-faced parents belong!” In a blink of an eye, Blade already had a dagger in his hand. He ran to me, ready to attack me. The hybrids showed up and blocked him. But with a snap, the hybrids flew in different directions.

Blade looked at both of us quietly. Then he smiled again. But this time it looked like goodbye. “My chapter ends here, brothers,” Blade whispered. His eyes drifted, losing focus as they fixed on the ceiling. “Seeing you all one last time… it’s enough, even if we can’t walk the same path anymore.” “No,” I said immediately. “No, stop talking like that.” He coughed again, more blood this time, staining his chest and the bedsheets. "Thank you," he gasped, his voice trembling badly. "It hurts... It hurts like hell to say goodbye but I hope my leaving brings you peace. I’m rooting for all of you. Always."

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

A shiver ran up her spine as she thought about who to tell and what Elder Alpha Blade would do to her if she told and it got back to him. For now, she just needed some rest. ------ Once inside his chambers, Blade paces the room, he stops by his window and looks out over the kingdom's Pride, a smile pulling at his lips as he forms a plan. It was about time he claimed what was his whether Princess Xana agreed to his claiming of her or not. He would claim, mark and mate with her, allowing him to return the kingdom to the glory of what King Lincoln had made it. Then he would be in a much better position to control and return some of King Lincoln’s old laws into the kingdom.

“I WILL AVENGE MY TRIBE! I WILL F*CKING KILL YOU ALL!” I couldn't help but gasp as he raised his sword, ready to land a fatal blow to Gigantor's eye and finally gain victory. He was just moments away from completing it when an unexpected turn of events caused the tide to dramatically shift. “BLODE! NO! LET GO OF ME ADOLF! BLODE!”

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

And there were things he needed to handle. He dressed quietly, pulling on a simple black shirt and pants. Before leaving, he leaned down and kissed Calla’s forehead one last time. “Sleep, love. I’ll be back soon.” He stepped out of the room and made his way to the council chamber in the main pack house. The elders were already gathered, discussing the progress of the Luna Games. Tanya sat on one side, looking displeased but trying to hide it behind a mask of confidence. Blade entered without knocking. The room fell silent.