Novel & Cerita The Unseen Blade Is The Deadliest

She's my only one. I walked through the doors. To us, the atmosphere inside was normal, but to regular citizens, it would probably look loud and chaotic. Right by the snooker pool table stood Max, my second-in-command, alongside Anthony street name Blade. Anthony is legendary around here; he’s got the fastest, most lethal blade work you've ever seen. The man could take down an entire army on his own.

Will is back, his face blocking my view from the sky as he towers above me, I can’t believe this is how I’m going to die. “I’ll have you have one last secret before you die. The letter, I didn’t send it, your Boss did, and the one you could killed your father-” Ethan?

The strange ancient language came to life. "The blade of light has a long double-edged blade forged from silver. The blade is fixed on a rich hilt of shinning gold metal with a smooth grip made of bluish crystal. A set of protection runes is carved into the blade near the spine. It was crafted by mage Calwivu, in the Aengmor Forest. It was crafted to kill the immortals. After the battle of Valmir, only two blades have been known in existence. One was kept in a secret location by the were council and the other one belonged to the Vampire elders...." "Vampires!" Harry stopped reading and rushed to inform his Alpha.

That poor woman opened her arms in tears and hugged Betty the last night she blinked her eyes. Betty remembered how Sophia smiled at her befroe making the mistake of turning around. Betty didn't really had to stabe the woman in the back because she wouldn't have seeb the knife coming at her not only because she was blind, but because she would have never expected the sweet Betty to harm even a dying fly. She rememberd the scared gasp Sophia let out as soon as she felt the cold steel in her back. How her eyes widen as she turned around to face Betty. How she stabed her three more times and left her on the cold ground.

That blade. I closed my eyes, letting the darkness behind my eyelids reconstruct the memory. The dark titanium alloy. The distinct, weighted crossguard shaped like a weeping willow leaf. It wasn't a modern tactical design. It was old-world craftsmanship, built specifically for close-quarters executions where Kevlar couldn't protect the target. Years ago, before I consolidated the Thorne empire, the eastern syndicates used to whisper bedtime stories about an elite phantom assassin who worked exclusively for the highest bidders. An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost.

“I am giving you twenty-four hours to put down the barrier, or anyone leaving your territory will die in the worst possible way you can imagine, and I will make sure it will haunt you for the rest of your life.” “You are fucking evil!” “I am, Althea! I don’t pretend otherwise!” He said wickedly before his eyes glinted red and disappeared, and no matter where I turned, I couldn’t see him anymore. My heart shattered at the thought of Blade being alone in the coven of the dark witches and all the possible ways they could harm and kill him.

she shouted through her lungs along with the sound of heavy footsteps and burning fleshes. Nanami step further as she dodge from one of the evil warriors’ flaming sword. She look around and wonder why their adversary seemed not to see her, she was ignored by everybody as she walk across them. Maru’s white warriors were fighting along with them and was mixed by Merfoy’s, making it hard to identify which one should be killed.

While he was exploring her body and she was still straddling him, her hands went to her thigh where she hid her weapon and held it. The dagger she had in her hands was enchanted by the sorceress to kill strong wolves, especially Alpha's. She just had to stab him in the heart and he'll be dead. There was no hope for anyone the dagger was used on. Zephyr was oblivious to his environment and Bellona wrapped one hand around his neck and the other one held the dagger in place, ready to strike. This was the perfect time. Her parents would finally rest in peace. Nimue would be proud of her and she would rub her victory in Antonio's face.

My fucking worst nightmare. Mind you, I wasn't suicidal. I did try to blow him and Ren to bits to get rid of the proof of my betrayal. Of both Marino and Chance. Two birds with one stone. Cut from the same cloth, the psychopaths saw right through me. The Dark Lord, Copycat and Goremaster all came at him in the span of less than three days. Brutal killers with crazy headcounts that clearly had the advantage over him in his wounded state. Still, Ghostblade was the only one left standing. It was difficult not to be in awe. I was convinced he was fucking immortal at this point. This man was my end. I was okay with that. Humbled to be his victim.

It started with a blur, too fast and too close, the kind of shift in energy that makes your skin prickle before your mind even catches up. One second I was reaching for a second sleeper, still humming with leftover resonance, and the next there was a sound like ripping fabric and a sudden burst of movement behind me. I turned just in time to catch the glint of metal, a blade aimed straight at my head. The knife wasn’t ceremonial, ornate, or sharpened for show, just clean, narrow, and deadly, a weapon meant purely for killing.