The Way Of The Blade Novels & Stories

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

Blade declared, her voice laced with menace, "Do not speak to me as if we are equals. I surpass both of you in every way, and if you ever disrespect me again, I will personally ensure that you pay dearly, perhaps by cutting off your tongues and serving them to you." With a menacing presence, Blade stood to her full height and began to walk away. However, she abruptly turned around, a sly smirk gracing her lips. "And yes, I did have sex with Alejandro. Do you want to know why?" She asked rhetorically, leaving Jessica and Dagger writhing in pain on the ground. "I had sex with Alejandro because he belongs to me," Blade declared with an air of ownership. "Alejandro is mine and mine alone. Don't

The deeper one ventured, the deadlier it became, with monstrous beasts lurking that could destroy even the strongest warriors. One misstep could mean certain death. "Perfect," the armored youth murmured. "Once he regains his strength, it'll be the perfect chance to test my new technique—Blood Wolf Blade." He licked his lips in anticipation. Blood Wolf Blade was a potent martial technique capable of conjuring the phantom of a blood wolf, unleashing devastatingly powerful attacks. It was regarded as one of the finest combat arts, and he was eager to test it on his unsuspecting prey.

Worst, it seemed that their numbers were infinite. Blade started moving. In a blink of an eye, the tides turned in their favor. He finally moved and killed our allies one by one. Sometimes he killed two or three at the same time. Blood covered his whole body. He is still in his human form. His eyes bore vengeance and lust for murder. He kills as though he was only dancing to the beat of the music. Truly, he is one powerful wolf. I glanced at our allies. I witnessed them die one by one.

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.

It was at this moment; a great wave of power came forth from Zephyr. A great tide rolled forth, with it, a serpent-like blade waved in an out, shimmering in the light. Before Wesley’s Claw could so much as touch Zephyr, it had been utterly destroyed by Zephyr’s Blade, cutting through it like a hot knife through butter. “Begone,” Zephyr said, watching the look on Wesley’s face change significantly. Wesley could only watch as a great Blade rained down upon him, like the release of a guillotine. Wesley was knocked to the ground; the pressure was too much. He tried to raise his arm to defend himself, alas, it was swiftly followed by his scream of terror and agony as the air was suddenly filled w

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

My mind goes back to the sight at the house, all of the blood, the dismembered bodies, the crying children. No one who was there deserves to see another sunrise. “Your Majesty,” Blade says, meeting me at the bottom of the stairs. He is aptly named; his father was a strong warrior and wanted to raise a son who would carry on his legacy, so he’d named his child after a weapon–and then he had become one. I give him a sharp nod in greeting before I ask, “Have they all confessed?” I have no doubt, if anyone in this castle is capable of getting full confessions from the prisoners, it’s Blade. The only one more capable of doing so is me.

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.

I did notice I was one of the few women here. A loud bell rang out over the ruckus and I turned toward it. The referee yelled over the crowd, declaring a winner and raising one of the men’s hands into the air. The crowd broke into cheers as the fighters slowly made their way from the ring. I stood toward the back, simply observing the commotion. Two new men entered the ring wrapped in robes with their hoods up. The referee again managed to yell over the crowd as he introduced Lance Draman. One of the men opened his robe and, with the assistance of another man, pulled it off and raised his gloved hands to the sky before making the sign of the cross upon himself as a Catholic follower would.