The Last Blade Game Novels & Stories

he asked, his voice dropping into a quiet, raspy whisper that sounded entirely hollow. "It's just a tactical blade, Thorne," I replied, my voice modulator throwing back the mechanical rasp, though my hands were secretly trembling behind my back. I quickly slid the weapon into its sheath, hiding it from his sight. "A custom piece I had commissioned through an underground contact. It’s uniquely weighted for low-light execution." Malakai stopped three feet from me. He didn't try to grab me this time. He just stared at the space where the blade had been, his chest rising and falling heavily.

He was probably the gamma. Bellona was devastated. Zephyr didn't die? She made sure to stab him right in the heart just as Nimue instructed so what went wrong? "I don't fucking care!" Lucian growled and kicked Bellona's stomach, making her groan in pain. She coughed out blood. "You're going to kill her for God's sake and you know Alpha wouldn't like it" Jake, the gamma, warned.

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

I saw Dad, Mom, Chloe, Alice, Sofia. They stood there, whole and unharmed, looking at me with tears in their eyes. I dropped the bloody dagger, stepped over Killian's corpse, and stepped past Elena begging in terror. I didn't look back. This damn game. Is finally cleared.

I don’t believe he still is breathing, every corner of the blade I have stricken on him was filled with deadly venom. “Some of them had already returned,” he added, causing my forehead to crumple. “Some? Hadn’t they all returned the other day?” Tyler shrugged and raised his head, looking at me. “Why? Have you already seen Mayari’s platoon?” ‘I didn’t.’ I keep my answer in my head. Great, I’m starting to lose my brain. No more words spouted out of my mouth and helped him polish the remaining blades. All were silent except for the sound of clanging and crashing weapons from the trainees. Not until he initiated a topic.

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.

“Blade is the youngest son of Huxleys, the last one who survived after the Spencers killed his own family.” My knees weakened and my body slumped to the floor. I couldn't stop shaking as I was becoming dazed. “No... No... Please tell me it's not true.” I saw Noah's feet approaching me and he came down to calm me down. “Blade is referring to the Spencers who took his family's life.” Anger welled up in my heart as I felt my blood rush to my head. “How did they do that to him? They are monsters…”

A mixture of relief and sorrow flooded through me as I realised that it was over, that Blade had won. The cost was evident in the bloodied and battered form of Blade, his sides heaving as he caught his breath. But he had done it – he had fought for me, for us, and emerged victorious. Kane promised me once that if Jake ever returned he would protect me and stop him from taking me. He had kept that promise.

“Dear Lelanna I want you to have this blade, I know you’ll appreciate its beauty and will treasure it the way it deserves. This Blade actually belonged to my Great grandfather, he made it himself after his first battle and it has been passed down through generations. It now belongs to me but i couldnt help but see it in your hands instead every time i looked at it. So now it belongs to you.. All my love Layton xx”

He slaps the bills to Franco. River puts his hands out to the side, scowling at Blade. "Really? Who's side are you on?" Blade smirks. "Always bet on the sure win, buddy. Sorry." River groans. "Ok. Are we done?" I stand there, reveling in what just happened here. "I guess we are. You and me, tomorrow. You're going down, Alpha." "We'll see." He squints. "You gotta survive the green shirts first."