Triple H Blade Trinity Novels & Stories

Unknown. "You were supposed to bring her to me, were you not?" I question as I sharpen the silver blade againt the turning stone. I can smell the sweat as it permiates out of her pores. "Y-y-yes, sire." She stutters. I turn to look at her and I can see my beautiful masterpiece across her skin. Blood is dripping through the slashes and gashes I have created with my favorite silver blade. The hilt is made up of gold and maroon leather that is a perfect match for blood. Because the hilt is not made of silver, it does not harm me. Ha! Even if it was made of silver, I would not feel it. The nerve endings in my skin no longer feel pain of any sorts.

“Why are you looking that way, Katniss? I’m right here.” Again, Blade’s voice was calm but the threat that lies within was impossible to ignore. I turned to him and gasped when he started rubbing my clit. My nipples perked up and he knew it. He finally smiled. “Blade, love, I-“ Before I could finish what I wanted to say, his fingers had already penetrated me. He started slow but seconds later and it became fast. The sounds his fingers were making had made Troy astounded. His jaw dropped. When I couldn’t contain myself anymore, I leaned against Blade’s shoulder. I bit his neck while trying to catch my breath.

Even if they didn’t do well the last time. They got to the Blue Moon pack the next day morning with Han already unconscious. Alpha Red welcomed them into his pack but had watched at Margaret weirdly. Scott wondered if he sensed she was his mate too but his brain reminded him that the Alpha already had a Luna mate. The pack doctor took Han and promised to give feedback within an hour. Evelyn wasn’t the most patient person but the aura the doctor emitted made her simply nod. He was a former Omega. “Your infamous triple lunas?” The Blue Moon Luna walked into the sitting room where Scott and the sisters were peacefully having tea.

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

Blade immediately ran inside the Spencers' large house to get Maddison's coat from the head of the maid. When his phone vibrated he saw Noah's message on it. [You didn’t tell me Trina is coming over here in New Jersey.] [F*ck you man, she saw Crystal’s sister and I in one room and she’s mad at me.] Blade chuckles before he types a reply. [You have to choose, bro.] He put his phone back in his pocket before he continued what he was going to do with a smirk on his lips.

The powerful shockwave was enough to make Harvey squint his eyes. Thunderblasts! Thunderblasts were tied to the bolts. These were not just ordinary weapons, but specialized weapons designed to kill True Warriors. All he could say was that they were out to kill him. In this moment, Harvey did not hold back and casually picked up some rocks from the ground and threw them toward the truck. Thud! Thud! Thud! The three men-in-black who pulled the triggers of their crossbows shuddered and fell from the roof of the truck.

They hit the ground in a swirl of black smoke and snarls. The twins pressed back-to-back, blades flashing in the red light. They swung wildly, covering each other, but I saw the tremor in their knees. I forced myself to step closer to Uncle Eren, lifting my scimitar even though my arms felt too heavy. “Let’s do this,” I whispered. He gave me a brief nod. “Sure, let’s go.” The hellblades pulsed brighter, casting red light across the black skin of the Marids. The sight made bile rise in my throat.

The blow caught Zane full in the ribs. Zane was sent skidding thirty feet across the frozen deck, crashing violently against the outer stone wall of the arena. He gasped for air, clutching his side, a dark line of blood instantly spilling from the corner of his mouth as two of his ribs shattered beneath the unyielding weight of the titan's iron. "Zane!" I screamed. "Keep your eyes on the target!" Tristan's raspy voice barked as he bounded past me. Tristan didn't have his long-range rifle—in a low-visibility, close-quarters arena with no magic, a rifle was useless. He held two short, heavy trench blades, his dark eyes locked onto the titan's exposed neck joint.

Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.

He was already on the Unbreakable Oath tier, so further growth showed more in emotional weight than numbers. Next came Leonard. "Leonard, here." Hayley pulled a concealed blade from the cabinet behind her. "I told you a long time ago I'd get you a good knife. I finally found one." She had once had her eye on Scott's blade, but after handing that back to Scott, she had to settle for tracking down a top-tier knife from city stock instead. Leonard froze when he saw the blade. A long time ago, Hayley had promised she would find him a knife.